This poem was first published in The Fears of Us All: a collection of poems & short stories, Cherry House Press, 2018.
FOMO
I don’t need a pseudo-science charlatan
to tell me that my Fear of Missing Out
and thumbs-up connection obsession is unhealthy.
I always knew other people had more fun than me.
FOMO The Next Big Thing
Chasing the cool I never had, never will.
All of the all ̶ of everything ̶
fiction and non-fiction, Hollywood, D.C., music and sports ̶
It’s more than any one person can know or track.
FOMO Technology
Streaming digital data and entertainment,
endless updates, advances and improvements
have me on a short bus to rage town.
I’m becoming irrelevant.
FOMO Fun
I’ve peered over the edge
of the YouTube rabbit hole
and Googled myself into a Wiki Wonderland.
It wobbles my brain like a roller coaster.
The swirly whirly kaleidoscope makes me dizzy.
The riders on the outside lane of the carousel
reach for the brass ring from the back of a leaping horse.
I used to do that before I was sidelined
by an invisible age line, and motion sickness.
Watching other people have fun
my Fear of Missing Out is manifest.
Brilliant!
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Thank you Luisa!
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You’re welcome!
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Awesome poem, JM! And these two lines say so much: I used to do that before I was sidelined/by an invisible age line, and motion sickness.
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Thanks Priscilla. Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I got old. 🙂
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Brilliant, JM. Very imaginative and original. Encompasses a lot of salient observations.🤓🤔🥳
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Thank you Pat. 🙂
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Brilliant indeed! The tech “short bus to rage town” is spot-on!
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Thank you Audrey. One of my favorite lines as well.
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You introduced me to the acronym FOMO when you brought this to our workshop. Thanks for keeping me informed on those damn kids who won’t get off my lawn.
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Ha ha! I know what you mean. Guess who reached out to chat after a couple of years? Pam M. She remembered the poem and wanted to share it with someone. Go figure.
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