21 CENTURY MARKET OF SELLING A SOUL

Beloved, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss, In this digital space, filled with coded delights, Let me revel in your pixelated perfection, Tiger, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss. Beloved, you've savored your time with me, Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis, My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts. I know where to lift your spirits, Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn, I know how to make your heart smile, Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn. You, because you're all about me, Send me those heart reacts, My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi, My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen, Send me those heart reacts. Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it, Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric, Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket. :: 05.17.2024 :: Notes: My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?