Walking faster than everyone else

the assault the unstoppable influx of content

down by a teeming river of comments

flowing directly to the sea

can’t help but break into a jog

we’re going to be late

maybe we’re being slowed down

by all these images

our hoggish appetite

for bite sized chunks of information

the boat’s about to leave the dock

our brains rewired

burping wifi passwords

not slowing down for anyone what if we’re late

your dad just saw my butt on instagram

a little faster a little longer

a touch here and there

the boat will rock create waves

small enough to affect your biometric profile

some big enough to shift your view of the horizon

my butt still wants to be seen

and touched

a greasy piece of glass

pressed hot against it

squeezing up to this

scrollable world we’ve built