I know I always pick on Facebook, but I really don’t like the showing-offiness of that platform. I haven’t completely abandoned it, because it did help me to reconnect with some long-lost school friends, but I visit it as little as possible.
Afright from a nightmare where my mother once more
waxes satirical about my weight,
I shake off the sludge of family binds and turn
to my friends in the blue glow of pre-dawn screens.
That’s the way we do it now: no calling, no comfort
of voice. Mere updates and pictures of lives
manicured like a Wimbledon lawn.
But, curated or not, I still care about my mates
or so I think until I see
pictures of a party with all my favourite things
tailor-made for my friend and me.
Except I never received an invite.