Poetry

Modern Window Dressing

I’ve become so attuned to that which isn’t real

And with each injection and photo filter, I too, drift into that ethereal space

To know and be deeply known is what I say I want

But I fear that I am already gone, floating atop a wave of likes and manicured selfies

Updating my status while my children try to get my attention

I don’t understand why “be here now” is the hardest commandment to keep

I don’t understand why “tell me about yourself” is the hardest question to answer