poem
Volume 33, Number 1

The Internet and I

My eyes hazy, tired.
Back aches from endless scrolling.
Life’s too short for this.

Nonstop feeds, options,
ads, opinions. Never thinking
of my best interests.

I wonder too late,
how long in silence have you
waited, watching me?

We may not break up,
but I definitely need
to see other places.


—E. F. Schraeder