throw
away
your
cellphones.
have
a
real
life.
log
off.
the
feed
is
a
cage
with
the
door
wide
open.
we
polish
our
reflections
in
glass
darker
than
water,
while
the
world
glitches
into
a
high-definition
hell.
a
crow
collects
shiny
trinkets
for
a
nest
it
will
never
sleep
in.
a
cat
performs
affection
for
an
algorithm’s
can-opener
heart.
a
dog
wears
a
vest
that
says
#anxious
and
barks
at
the
wind.
forget
the
wolves
in
wool.
forget
the
foxes
voting
in
the
henhouse.
forget
the
hawks
with
stock
portfolios
and
talons
dipped
in
ink.
we
have
traded
our
teeth
for
testimonials,
our
hunger
for
hashtags,
our
fire
for
a
follower
count.
we
are
not
users.
we
are
used.
to be
realistic,
i can't
say,
you are
a
human
being.
ask
the
natives,
or the
aborigines
of
australia.