The Post-Human Syndrome Poem by Lola Sanchez

text me while you drive
tweet your inner most thoughts
while you act blasé
capture every moment
tag the people you share moments with
as proof of existence

fight in your status
poke an old flame
find a new love

email your heart out
reply, forward and send randomness

sext your cravings,
hormone ravings
or intimate needs to a lover,
or a chat room stranger

friendship becomes rare
despite being classified in groups, lists
alphabetically organized on your profile page

communication has become so much easier
and so much harder

we know more people,
less