The influence of one life on another can be detected
in the taste algorithms of both parties. Users also viewed
/ bought / fucked.

Over a thousand people “like” you on OkCupid but no one speaks
a word to you in public. At the local bar, familiar avatars appear
prettier or uglier than your expectations.

Driving home, blank sky fills the windshield.
A billboard brings relief: something
colorful. Something illuminated.

Something not from your own brain.

Emily F. Butler is a high school librarian by day, stand-up comedian by night. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Halfway Down the Stairs, Moonglasses Magazine, and Bone Parade. She writes book reviews for School Library Journal as well as a monthly column for the educational organization, Hilltown Families. You can follow her on Twitter (@EBetcetera) for poems, songs, and jokes.

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