In an Unrelated

--Elaine Equi

We have almost nothing left,

no ground in common.

At best, a brand

or maybe a miniseries.

No campfire to gather around.

The big stories—peckish news

gets told in tweets,

gets old so quickly.

In place of one place

a billion tiny customized versions

appear targeted specifically

to your tastes.

You see only what you want to see.

Maybe you always did.