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I, too, dislike the Internet. It is
a wonder grander in scale than the Great
Pyramid of Giza but quick as a flea.
It introduced me to friends (emoji
wave) in incomprehensible time zones,
gives a satellite view of my roof.
The internet has instructed me in
bread-baking, bookmaking, poetry
and offered me a thousand thousand
thousand offers, shown me all positions
follicle-close and in high definition.
But no smell of rising escapes its poked
loaves. Its pages never cut or fall out, fly
over the oaks, leaving nothing but holy
questions. I can’t wedge it open, taste it,
lose it. I, too, dislike the Internet.