Dear Diary

I lost my 
technological virginity today: 
I got a new phone, 
a new computer, 
a g-mail account, 
I’m on Instagram, 
and a friend is building me 
a website. 
Whatever will be next, 
Facebook, Twitter, Tik Tok?
It seems a slippery slope 
sleeping with all these social platforms, 
or maybe, 
I am just too easily seduced. 

The first time, Diary, 
it was those green wall phones 
that really pushed my buttons, 
and color T.V.’s 
that set my heart aflutter. 
I was intoxicated 
by the hums and clicks and whirs 
of electric typewriters, 
as lighter and lighter touches 
turned ever so slowly 
into keyboard caresses. 
Such sweet seduction. 

But Diary, 
I think I’m headed for the fall, 
talking now  
of refreshing my mind, 
having someone’s name 
deleted from my memory, 
and self-correcting apps 
robbing me of my ability to spell. 
Is this the gateway drug 
to likes, comments 
and an unquenching thirst for followers? 
Will I eventually become uncomfortable 
with my own company?
I fear I am fast on my way 
to becoming 
a slut of social platforms 
and often wonder aloud, 
Will they respect me in the morning?

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