I thumb past a meme of Ben Affleck
(post-cry face tilted to the sky)
in a #mood, bowls of sensual
noodles, a ‘gram of a pic of Holzer’s
PROTECT ME FROM
WHAT I WANT and a still
of Roger Sterling from
Mad Men, subtitled: “You don’t value
relationships.” Now, do I like,
hide, or comment on a video
of a little boy dragging
an empty jug as he takes us on a tour
of a camp crowded with women
and children? The clip rewinds. The ground
is dry, and there are no men. It’s happening
now. His sky is a dusty blue
robin’s egg. He is the age
of my son, and I hover
until my thumb presses save
which sends it to a folder called
saved, where I also collected a gorilla
who spins to the track “She’s
A Maniac” in a plastic blue kiddie
pool. She doesn’t actually hear
the music; it’s a track laid
over her. Sunlight streams in
through a square opening
as she spins in a vortex
and pounds the surface
to glitter, nebulizing the iron bars
and cinder blocks. I rewind
complicit in returning her
to her cell since I like to watch
a dancer become the dance
as there is no saving ourselves.