I love Carolyn Guinzio's "The Friends List: a Poem in 292 Parts"--a short stanza on each of her Facebook friends. On Facebook, Kathleen Ossip shared it and wrote that it "chimes with affection and connection". I think so, too, but also think some sections capture the slightness and wisp-like surprise, the oddity of some of those connections--it's a poem that makes sense of Facebook, when "Making Sense Of Facebook" sometimes doesn't seem so far from "Making Love Out Of Nothing At All".
A few brief excerpts that I hope it's okay to quote (read the entire poem here*):
1.
She was worried
about the phantom
kittens in the grate.
39.
I was won over
by the fictional contents
of the fictional little girl’s purse.
77.
I both knew and did
not know that was her
at the next table.
88.
You can look, but I think
he has already found
all the good fossils.
102.
Where can she be
at peace?
On a horse.
195.
Even at the hospital,
I see her in the light
of chandeliers.
*link may be broken after a week or two--just learned of poet's intention to only keep the page up for a short while
