I wake and notice
all my facebook friends
have been pronounced dead

all the tributes have been written
and I change my profile picture
to the background of night

“Throw Back Thursday” photos
are posted in clusters
of mourning

I try to invoke conversations
and watch “like” button
flicker off and on

The death emoji
has been removed from
the options
we no longer need to choose
what has already happened

I scroll by obituaries
and faces turned to stone

I am invited to Like a page
called “you are gone”

there is a private group
called “burial”

I write on timelines
that disappear before my eyes

I am a profile
streaked in a lost history

I unfriend myself
and crawl
beneath my screen
as the day I was born