THE MUTUALLY GANG-STALKED LOVERS

 

We’ve gone and piqued the interest of the dim
And murky entities that monitor
The internet. The cameras stretch like limbs,
Filming our walks and talks ... pornographers
Of our uninteresting lives. Okay:
There were some drugs, but nothing too extreme.
Okay: we like it when they watch. Okay?
But just because we like it doesn’t mean
It is okay. Our sex is ordinary
Except the sheer amount of props. Sometimes
I’d like to just eat dinner with my very
Special someone and not detect the signs:
   The glint of lenses through the darkened windows,
   The beeps and pings of trackers in our clothes.