MAM, My Anonymous Mate

Disco ball shatters into dapples, refracted

Corgi rides down the bridge on a skateboard, 

Divas jiggle in their coat of books, suspended 

Accounts’ likes give me a wink.

To consume consummation consummating consumables,

Oh consumption, together with my peer consumers, likes, hates, Sarahs, didas, javas, pythons, C++, 

Tattooed legs dipped in my favourite consommé.

Clinics, pastoral, brumous, Craigs, 

Walk across the river and go deep into the woods. 

Salvation, salutation, withdraw me from the sheets and cups, consommé. 

Curtains, behind which the sun is punishing me with the whip, 

Do it, get up. 

Thanks, my profound gratitude toward clouds, rains, my mates and posts and likes. 

Be assured, they are happy together, doing fine, everything okay, walking their dogs in a flamboyant sun. 

Taps. Likes. Emojis. Loves. Scroll. 

AA OO XX,

Swipe up, shut the phone up,

The rehab time comes.