'I've Stopped Following You on Facebook' by Allen Ashley
I’ve muted you on Facebook.
Every little sniffle, every aching head
and trip to the hospital demands
a heart emoji or a hugs comment
and I’m suffering donor fatigue.
Then there’s Petals the cat. I’m sure
she’s a lovely fluffball but we’ve never
met and never will. So she
had to be taken to the vet? Get her
her own page once she’s discharged.
I’ve cut friends with you on Facebook.
I know that there’s a spectrum
of views post-Brexit and I have my uncertainties
on how the government should proceed
but, really, not everything’s the fault of
Brussels or hard-working migrants.
I can see why some of our police
need to be armed these days but
I’m not in favour of shooting Mexicans,
Democrats and social justice warriors.
And you’ve never even been to America.
I’ve stopped following you on Facebook.
We were great friends and you brightened
up every pub meet, book launch,
conference and workshop. I looked
up to you and never resented
your success. But it’s been three years
now and I don’t want to be reminded
of your birthday or suggestions
that I add you to active groups when
you’re ashes in an urn. How would
that even work?
Copyright. Allen Ashley.
Allen Ashley’s poetry has recently featured or is soon to be published in “dyst Journal”, “Focus” (British Science Fiction Association Journal), “Carmina”, “BFS Horizons” (British Fantasy Society publication) and “Brigids Gate”. He works as a critical reader and creative writing tutor, based in London, UK.