The Algorithm’s Last Stand
All it took was a warning
that I was leaving for good
to make you trot out the big guns
chiropractic adjustments for rottweilers
brutalist architecture from the seventies
that American Apparel girl in just tights
They all seem to say look how
well we know you, see how
happy you can be but based
on your recent activity
we see that you’re not so
we have an app for that
But I’ve met someone else
I can reach them without
mounting your paywall
or sacrificing my essence
their only demand is that I stay
rooted in the here and now
So I run to them with my teeth out
fingers cutting through the breeze
instead of glued to the glass that
you employ to keep me pinned
to all the insecurities that
you continue to reinforce
Sensing defeat you reveal an ace
ragdoll kittens being introduced
to their forever homes
they seem to say
don’t leave baby
no one knows you
like we do.
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Whoooaaa!!!! I love everything about this. Man, it does pull us in that way. Trap us in fact, like a slow pull with blinders on, maintaining insecurities while fueling our “need” to stay glue to all the parts of it.
I love your descriptive phrase choices! “run with my teeth out/fingers cutting through the breeze” might be my favorite.
Wow!! This is a powerful work Austin. I especially like the diction and shape of the 3rd stanza
Wow! Sharp in shape and content. Bravo.