the app

I deleted the app and felt proud,

like throwing away a pack of cigarettes

and immediately telling someone about it.

But now I keep unlocking my phone

and staring at the empty space where it used to be,

like a ghost I still text.

What do people do in waiting rooms without feeds?

I looked up and there were other humans there.

One was breathing. One was reading a menu.

I think I started to breathe too.

A man coughed.

I thought about war,

about how the world is burning,

and how I still feel like I need to check

if someone liked my poem from last night.

I reinstalled it on day three.

Just to check messages.

Only messages.

And then I scrolled.

and scrolled.

and scrolled.

And somewhere between a dancing grandma

and a mushroom recipe,

I forgot why I quit.