Shirtless guy is lifting weights in his driveway.
The server is down again.
Down the tree-lined boulevard to the office.
Edith in accounting is having a crisis.
I wonder what’s new on Netflix.
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The Dream of Watching The Social Network with Mark Zuckerberg
The Dream[1] of Watching The Social Network with Mark Zuckerberg
He grimaces at the opening scene
A little too close to home he admits
but the girlfriend[2] isn’t real; an amalgam
of various tropes and a wish-fulfillment
curse placed on him by a few ex-friends,
although there really is a Facebook profile of her
public figure, and only created after the movie came out.
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The Walls Came Down
I used to wonder what happened behind all
the doorknobs I had no right to turn, the
anonymous walls of my neighbor’s ranch houses.
I don’t know why the Prudhommes’ house squatted low
beneath oppressive dark blue lights ringing the eaves
each Christmas, nor do I expect I could Google the answer,
although the name and the place yielded 5,781 results.
The facts decayed in their accustomed ways:
they don’t exist – were never blogged about or catalogued.
The walls came down.
A friend has friended a friend.
There was an accident. A child has died. Or
They danced at their wedding to a Russian tune.
The crystalline structure, all the compartments,
the doors that represented friendship fraught and won.
The walls came down.
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