The Next

by CLAIRE DONATO

 

 

It’s sick, I type, referring again to the fishes’ condition
Or how every early 30s-man loves a 20-something woman

I should know
I was once one too 

A fact I share
Beneath the moon and stars

With an astrological website
Whose common chart reveals 

How we are free
And open

Can you take a video?
No, I will tell you about it

On the gentrified
Island, aquamarine 

I need a lover
To send me a juicer

And deep like my Instagram
And talk about ethics on micro-levels

Call it mutual aid, you say
In a neutral font face

Then copy paste
Into the next 

Where we continue bothering each other
The smart way