I hear social media is bad because of rampaging comparisons
the curation of a life to appear better than one ever could be
but I honestly couldn’t care what people on my feed accomplish
not when they feel like bytes of data floating harmlessly
in cyberspace
they rise and grind, I float
they haul makeup, clothes, meticulously crafted homes
I bob along a lazy river in my XL bikini,
sipping cocktails with orange umbrellas
when will any of this become real? I wonder
but I have no reason to worry,
it never does
they hustle, they attract, they exude positivity
I float peacefully next to them
their anxieties unfathomable
I long to tell them, comparison is impossible,
the only conclusion is:
we can all float down here
