I am a survivor of the social media apocalypse,
though my shortcomings are of significance.
My life is unfinished lists,
and
I am
Wilted and dressed in black
Bemoaning my innocence
Grieving its cruel and untimely death
And
On a twelve hour drive I mourned
Swamp plants throttled by snow
I am on the same roads as ever before
And dead like choked plants