The Influencer
‘How awful’ she thought.
‘my life is stored away
in a cloud, in digital boxes,
in downloads and uploads,
where I float as a smiling head
within made-up minds.
However, when her husband
brought a cup of breakfast tea
she was far away from herself
chasing an unseen applause.
He kept the drapes closed
so that the light would not intrude,
as she counted ‘Likes,’
then shut the door quietly.
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