Who snapchats anyway?

Brief insincere reflection upon social media culture.

Who snapchats anyway?

 

You know that when I'm half asleep

I’ll hug anything you put in my arms...

You slipped your beanie bear into my sleepy clutch and

tagged the picture on Facebook.

Dressed in my ones, the old boys duct taped a stuffed toy to my head,

while I knocked back Jägerbomb forfeits in Walkabout.

 

The next day I woke up, hung over,

hugging a packet of Ritz Crackers,

which wouldn't have been so bad,

but my mouth was too dry to eat them.

Your friends called me Uncle Cracker for a bit,

I'm glad weak jokes die fast.

 

I thought about what it would be like to leave you and

a snatch of a song drifted ripely through my head...

 

'If you wanna leave, I can guarantee you won't find nobody else like me'

 

But you probably could.

 

A few days later an Instagram appeared of me warmly embracing

a picture of Margaret Thatcher, touched up with a 1977 filter.

On the concourse a SWoPpy tosser in a Che Guevara T-shirt called me a fascist, 

his patchy moustache bristling with disdain, while Che looked on sternly.

 

 

The day after I woke up holding you.

You had put yourself there,

whether consciously or in sleep I do not know.

You looked peaceful like

a cherished thought had just drifted into the dreamcatcher of my limbs.

Do my encircling arms permeate your dreams and

suspend that thought in your sleep-animated mind?

 

I pull you closer and breathe you in,

then take an impossibly cringy selfie and

tweet it under #snugglebunny.

The joke has come full circle.

 

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

This is cute. It is cuddly. It says young people do silly things. It says you like your girlfriend but you are probably not in love. The little snippets are amusing. Perhaps it is a joke but, I don't think it is a poem. Not if you accept the definition as writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm. You should reformat and call it a story.

[Ariana Omnomnom]

Aww this has a sweet ending.