Kerri Shying R - #358 - FOMO

FOMO

you were there last night I know

I saw   the photos  rolling in

like waves   so much so  the real

waves   foamed in

dissatisfaction around

my brown knees

 unshod   clod hopped

in cities   known nowhere

but at the fish shop

where Barry says

same as usual love

and how is the little

fella

my strong day

falls  FOMO slams the oven  doors

of envy   collapsing

the soufflé  of my self

esteem    the  buzz the

all-electric better 

it’s out there

I pull the fuse say

Barry I’ll take a fisherman’s basket

farewell the FOMO keep

my rod

my dog

the sea

* FOMO is the persistent anxiety and the sneaking suspicion that life on social media is so much better than your real life lived in the flesh.