Matt McBride
Between the first and last letter
of users' names
the website put asterisks,
making everyone a unique obscenity.
Our dreams are omnipresent
shadows, growing, molding
at the edges
as we move closer to light sources.
The music always Donna Summer
and the way she makes love last
four syllables.
What isn't made better
by scales of sequins?
Push the tempo a little faster
than can be sung to.
This world will never
be big enough for itself.