Facebook. No. Evil. Vile. No thanks.

Inside a brighter night it is tiger it is chupacabra it is dance it is gloss it is rainbow slick glitter love and up and talk and touch and eyes and see and seen and know and known.
No Facebook. No pretend. No fake fucking alterations.
Bitter. Yes. Bile. Spew. Rage against orange. Fight the fucking ice cream cone.
But inside a kind of ocean a ceaseless surge
and witness from afar and the spray and the wild
and somewhat kept.

This is political. This is preference.
This is personal. This is animal.
If you don’t hear the music
you won’t feel the tangle.