A little poem I wrote (with editing and help from a friend) about social media: specifically tinder.

All around me, in ever-larger squares

Lie fictions, true only to themselves.

Live façades we made of ourselves.

All around: me seen through focused stares

Cold comfort is but an old tool

To those uncomfortable with the star count

Why “be” here, but to be made a fool?

If it isn’t enough, just set up a new account!

In the end it’s your mind that empties

While our coffers only grow. You agreed

to the terms of service: didn’t you know?

Swipe: in any direction, with any intention

We know you’re shy: we profit of that

Swipe: in any direction, but match none at all.