social media
mute
the filling in a sandwich of platforms
the image in imagination
the invagination of a thought posted
in the chameleon of a reply my colours refracted
back the thought bounces unrecognisable
i can’t be bothered and yet i do
reply by
mute
muttering
remember that tough old man
the one with the gammy leg who used to swim
across the bay in the winter
well he’s dead i said
but they were dead or
mute
it might be a sign
a toothpick spits out a poem
and the napkin page is soiled
but unsigned
is something else i posted
mutatis mutandis
don’t you bloody dare
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