The Circle is a good show.
I said it.
Has nothing to do with the virus.
It’s changed nothing.
Can’t be denied like
I’ve been for nearly two decades socially distant.
I’m now certain that Love is Blind.
Way before Catfish.
We weren’t who we said we were either.
90s one-hit wonders.
Songs covered on shows Reese Witherspoon and Nicole Kidman produce now.
It’s never who you expect,
the privilege of pre-social media us.
America Online idols.
I had the 56k modem.
Survived city named chats like Charlotte 3.
Waited for still-nudes of Jenny McCarthy to buffer
long before knowing the word buffer.
Lived in fear of someone picking up the house phone to disconnect me.
A frozen PC screen was a cold and lonely sight
for those of us who dwelled haphazardly in the dark ether long before it became our only light.
Wilson Koewing is a writer from South Carolina. His work is forthcoming in Rejection Letters, Route 7 Review, The Loch Raven Review, Gargoyle, JMWW and Bending Genres. He is an elder millennial, who really does remember life before the internet. He tweets, sometimes obnoxiously @WKoewing.
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