Instagram Poem #10 by Rebecca Gaffron

Another surge. Selfie. Nothing’s my fault. It’s all my fault. Today try coffee cups and kids. Kids and puppies, attention grabbers every time. So this is your life. Another surge. Selfie. Look bone-cut and sexy all at once. Fuck lingering doubt and second thoughts. True love ended. Separation, divorce. So it goes. Another surge. When the words dry up grab your phone. Your pain tolerance? Neighboring roof lines at dawn. Selfie. Artsy shots of counters and carpets equal just how close you are to losing it. They say male selfies indicate sociopathy. But you know that. Another surge. Walk the line. It’s all my fault. Nothing’s my fault. Cling a little harder to that temporary something. It helps keep your head above water. Babble about what it all means. Another surge. Selfie. See that crazy around the eyes? Spring is coming but nothing will change. And yes, we suck for letting it happen.

Rebecca Gaffron is fascinated by sea-green spaces, words, and men who behave like cats. She is a sometimes writer whose stories and poetry occasionally turn up here or there. She can be found at: