post-lightning

I’m losing my way.

I thought I was smarter than this.

I thought I can read into signs very well

That I can handle the deluge of images

One after the other

Without context or commentary

Regurgitated by real people with unreal names

On the internet.

Give me commentary, a caption, an opinion, an anecdote

To go with these sweetcakes and milkshakes.

Give me something I can get a hold of

Because what stimulates me isn’t the message.

I may not even reply after all;

Just the possibility of conversation.

But you don’t really speak to me.

I’m just playing slots

Hoping for a jackpot

Every time I click refresh.