“You’re all caught up!”
Instagram says.
My heads tilts sideways.
Then why do I feel so lonely?
Caught up in what?
And how did I fall behind,
in need of up-catching?
Who did I connect with?
Another person?
Or a storefront mannequin version
of said person—
plastic and shiny
and so terribly
one-dimensional?
“You’re all caught up!”
Instagram says.
I pull down and refresh.
“Not quite yet,”
I respond,
starting again.
