Anxious Creatures
So many Twits
And Faces and Grams
With Snaps and Pins
Inside Tubes and Clouds
The world digitized –
Despite the Links
We are disconnected
Alone
With a rectangle
Hidden in our pocket
And a fear
Of meeting a person
In person
Slaves in digital chains –
We are social creatures
With social anxiety
So, we blog and post
And watch and like
Puttering in our homes
Day and night
Hiatus
I went four years without sex
I didn’t pursue it but didn’t reject it
Unless I was absolutely certain
That it was mutual consent
Either we were both sober
Or both drunk
Women liked being around me
Because I didn’t try to fuck them
Some of them wanted to fuck me
I was lonely but much happier
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 