"Mummified Body of Former Playboy Playmate Yvette Vickers Found in Her Benedict Canyon Home"
Nobody knows exactly how old she was when she died
She lay for the better part of a year
among
cobwebs and yellowing letters
laptop glow permeating the empty space
We must invite loneliness
come in, we say
obligatorily gregarious
a vampire no cross can scare
We become an accelerating contradiction
broader, shallower
vast beyond imagination
incomprehensible
Small enough
to fit in a palm
a pocket
a purse
Instant and absolute communication
yet
preserved in amber
our words, no longer wind
freeze, crystalized on our tongues
"How often do you feel...?"
Fill in your own blanks
Still hungering for response
with a patience I don't possess
Loneliness is slippery
Its mechanisms
forcing our inaction
This mess of human interaction—
a tree-framed bit of skyline
whose profundity we had
underestimated
a room with a small space heater still on
“…I’m your biggest fan, I’d be so touched by your…”
she lay for the better part of a year
incomprehensible
laptop glow permeating
the empty
space
She lay for the better part of a year
among
cobwebs and yellowing letters
laptop glow permeating the empty space
We must invite loneliness
come in, we say
obligatorily gregarious
a vampire no cross can scare
We become an accelerating contradiction
broader, shallower
vast beyond imagination
incomprehensible
Small enough
to fit in a palm
a pocket
a purse
Instant and absolute communication
yet
preserved in amber
our words, no longer wind
freeze, crystalized on our tongues
"How often do you feel...?"
Fill in your own blanks
Still hungering for response
with a patience I don't possess
Loneliness is slippery
Its mechanisms
forcing our inaction
This mess of human interaction—
a tree-framed bit of skyline
whose profundity we had
underestimated
a room with a small space heater still on
“…I’m your biggest fan, I’d be so touched by your…”
she lay for the better part of a year
incomprehensible
laptop glow permeating
the empty
space
I was reading through some articles I once had to read for English class and I came across Is Facebook Making Us Lonely, and for some reason decided to do a sort of found poem out of it. I first just highlighted any words or phrases that stood out for me, then assembled them in a word document and went to town, rearranging and adding in my own words and thoughts. It's a fun practice!
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