This is a poem I wrote about everything I saw in my Instagram feed during a 10-minute scrolling session. I read it live at the Byline 1-year anniversary party last night.
Love the use of anaphora and I like how the poem mirrors the absolutely mindless brain rot of scrolling until you're punched in the gut at the end. I feel like maybe there should be a few more mindless observations after that last line though because people really just keep scrolling, I mean, what else are you supposed to fucking do?
Love the use of anaphora and I like how the poem mirrors the absolutely mindless brain rot of scrolling until you're punched in the gut at the end. I feel like maybe there should be a few more mindless observations after that last line though because people really just keep scrolling, I mean, what else are you supposed to fucking do?