Friday, October 14, 2022

I Was Depressed Before it Was Cool by Chad Parenteau

Original unfluencer,
unfollowers legion. 

UglyFans page 
since 2003. 

No one meant no one
maybe for last time.

It took so much 
to have nothing. 

Unheard, a cry for help
just to say you tried,

lies to yourself
not screensaved.

Isolation more than
clever camera angle,

bottled sadness sold
with low-cut selfie,

every lonelyheart 
a half-thought like,

forgetting you win
when you die with least.

Chad Parenteau hosts Boston's long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His latest collection is  The Collapsed Bookshelf. His poetry has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, Nixes Mate Review and the anthology Reimagine America from Vagabond Books. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine.

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