I caught myself
scanning for likes today,
swiping my life
up and down with a careless finger,
mindlessly pursuing the dopamine
of your good opinion.

It makes me feel all
thumbs down emoji,
all purple shirt and palm to face.
It makes my face blush
crayon yellow with a river of vomit
gushing green. It also
makes me face

the grinning-turd-pile irony
of the question with which I am
semi-consciously engaged—
what shall I write
to make you like my poem?