Oh, how I luv me. Let me share the ways.
I luv me in what low and bright-set light
My lens can seek, when I myself delight
Adoring planes and angles in my face.
I luv me until charges fade away
From lack of juice, expended on my might.
I luv me dearly, as posts strive for likes.
I luv me fully, as feeds swell with praise.
I luv me with the spasms of a thumb
Grown flat with use, a pause I will not brook.
I luv me with a warmth I only plumb
Within black screens. I luv me with Facebook,
With snaps and Instagram; my swipes expunge
The flaws on which I cannot bear to look.
is a novelist and a three-time recipient of The Hackney Award. Recent books include Reparation (an Honorable Mention in the 2016 Writer’s Digest ebook award), The Family Made of Dust (a novel set in the Australian Outback which won two national awards), and Seven Sisters: Messages From Aboriginal Australia (an award-winning collection of essays published in 2017).
Her short prose and poetry have been published by Reed Magazine, Birmingham Arts Journal, Fiction Southeast, Wraparound South, and As You Were: The Military Review. She is the senior editor and publisher of Sunspot Literary Journal, a multinational publication seeking to change the world.
Author’s website: http://www.lainecunningham.com/