I sat on Facebook in the forest,
birds tweet and retweet.

I check my email again,
birds tweet and retweet.

there's an empty to-go cup
lying in the ditch next to the trail

DOI CHANG emblazoned across
its tubular length, ethically traded
subtitled below.

I whip out my camera, the world around me
solipsist phantasmagoria; the shutter closes
and I don't believe I exist until I see the
photo