Facebook Frequency
although
I
am privy to
her
expectations
her
extrapolations
her
prospects
her
suspicions
her
boundaries
her
limitations
her
prerequisites
&
her imaginings
I would
not
presume
to call her
a friend
***
This
poem was built from the wee bottom up from eavesdropping while on my artist
date last night. I heard to gals in the booth beside me discussing social
media. Girl A was considering deactivating her account because she had amassed
a friend list of people she barely knew and wasn’t excited about them knowing
every intimate detail of her life. Girl B was a Facebook addict and simply
could not live without the likes and accolades and attention heaped upon her by
her friends. It was an interesting conversation to say the least and almost
hard to hear from the zillion TV screens blasting the Masters but strained long
enough to get the gist. The two friends pretty much agreed to disagree on the
matter but it conjured words that spilled out of my pen and onto my napkin.
Successful
artist date all around!
In
propinquity,
Nic
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