I met a real person last week.
I asked him if he was okay.
He said he was a bit tired.
I said I felt the same way.
I hadn’t slept last night,
because of the rain.
He said he hadn’t slept last night
because of the pain.
The person next to me in line said
“But you’re rich.
You haven’t got any problems
stop being a bitch.”
And the person next to them
was writing hate under his post.
Another anonymous account,
an internet ghost.
And the person next to them
was creating videos for sex,
wondering which real person
they would exploit next.
And we all lined up
for the same show,
Pretending this stranger
was a real person we know.
I met a real person last week.
I asked him if he was okay.
He said he was a little bit tired.
Or at least that’s what I imagined he’d say.
But instead he said he was fine
and we both went our separate ways.