three: offline breakup

Feeds rest on interest,
the mutual gaze, voyeur mode:

capturing who we rapture
to give us audience,
seizing who pleases to give us show.

The comments and likes,
the stat falls and spikes:
only freckles in the code.

Feeds rest on interest
status quo, haunted ode.

You’re
forgetting
me.

You’re
forgetting
me.

And the algorithms know.

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The prompt here was under the theme of romance poetry, and the prompt was break ups. Day 3 of poems I never quite got figured out!