heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
data
d a t a social media posts are D A T A where will my posts be when I’m dead? will they be printed and stored in a pretty box by a loved one, or, oh wow, floating in a data cloud named for me? maybe it will be smooshed with all other data and only sorted out upon request. most likely it will simply float in enormous scalable data clouds from the platform on which posted, a jumbled mess of code to be unscrambled in order to be turned back into words…or not. CODE. is it possible future persons will unscramble it; more likely, destroy it, like an unused ancient graveyard where the old graves are dug up after a century and reused, you know, because land is so precious; so precious everywhere but in the United States, where there is an abundance of land. now.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
