Time on Tumblr
Here is one cup of silty coffee
reflecting a clouded sky.
Here is one handmade ceramic vessel
holding a precious succulent.
Here is one pale, unsexed arm
covered in doodles. Sorry, no. Tattoos.
At least they are artistic on Tumblr.
An open tent flap, foot-clad socks, a cotton rug.
In the distance, a mountain. A lake. A cliff.
Railroad tracks, canoes, and is that a Bible?
At least they travel on Tumblr.
So many roads with no one to walk them.
So many beds with twisted, greying sheets.
So many windows looking out
on sooty rooftops, trees, lakes.
So much time alone on Tumblr.
So many boys with beards and axes
and bespoke leather boots.
So many girls in hats wrapped in blankets,
by glaciers, by rivers, by mountains.
They must be so cold on Tumblr.
Tarts, plums, oatmeal, granola,
whiskey and bourbon and pour-over coffee,
cheese boards overrun with triple creams,
waffles topped with sprigs of rosemary.
At least, I tell myself, at least
they are eating well