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A love procedure set me going like a big fat lie.

An IT specialist slapped a motherboard

And my first bald Tweet slid into the feed.

All night Instagrams and updates Flickr

In pixellated dreams. I wake to a beep, stumble

Out in my men’s nightshirt and stare, blank as a gull,

Into the liquid crystal display.

Am I any more authentic than the account

That Tweets your verse?

Or the cloud that archives your words?

Or the screen on which your poems float?

Dickinson says to fill a gap, insert the thing that caused it.

What thing? This sleek app that brightens

And swallows my thoughts? These two moons

That fill my palms and eat my hours?

Vowels rise and hover like drones.

What is missing in me? Refresh. Refresh.

I can’t stop searching for love here.