They’re unavoidable:
television. the internet, social media –
celebrities are the air we breathe.
What’s your sister’s baby
compared to the one Beyoncé is having?
And a friend is getting a divorce.
But she’s no Kardashian.
The news is no longer local.
So what if Kate was seen out with Matthew.
They’re not Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis.
Have to wonder why they even bother.
Home from work
and with you,
I have to wonder if we even exist.
No cameras are flashing.
We’re not being broadcast anywhere.
Even the kiss, the hug,
are not glamorous enough
to matter.
We don’t have followers.
We never go viral.
We’re just ourselves
and where we happen to be at the time.
And we’ll never be featured in People Magazine.
Its pages don’t take kindly to people.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. He was recently published in Transcend, Dalhousie Review, and Qwerty, with work upcoming in Blueline, Hawaii Pacific Review, and Clade Song.
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