Connecting

The internet is not a place
But that's where everyone goes
An emoji is not emotion
But it's easier I suppose
A pic is not a visit
A selfie's not a mirror
A text is not a letter
A phone is not an ear
A video is not a face
A 'like' won't bring you here
So come and sit right next to me
It's better when you're near

-B.C. Byron
So close to each other, and yet so far away

A donut can never give your body the vitamins, protein, and fiber that it needs to feel energetic and perform at your best. If you try to put protein and fiber into a donut, it stops being a donut. Trust me, health food companies have ruined many desserts attempting this. A sweet treat quickly becomes a health-craze wannabe donut that tastes like sadness. If you try putting donuts in your salad, it ceases to be a salad. The donut gets soggy and falls apart, making a bready lettuce stew. The point of a donut is not to be healthy, it’s to taste good and give us a sugary boost of quick energy. We all know that donuts can’t do what vegetables do for us.

So what do donuts have to do with connecting with other people? Really, really connecting with other people takes work, like choking down a huge kale and spinach salad before you can have dessert. Anything that takes work has the potential for huge rewards, but there’s a junk food version of everything. The junk food version of connecting with other humans is called social media and texting. It’s much easier than eating vegetables or walking over to your friend’s house, putting your phones away, then listening and thinking of things to say. Conversation takes practice and can be tricky. Social media or texting an emoji feels like a delicious and filling donut meal, leaving us hungry for something more 5 minutes later. Talking with screens also doesn’t carry the risk of awkward silences, disagreements, or embarrassment. People can’t see your emotions through a screen and you can easily walk away when the conversation goes in a direction you find boring. But those risks are what make true relationships possible.

I use social media myself and it has its good points (it’s okay to follow bcbyronpoetry on Instagram), but it will never be able to provide the deep personal interaction of looking someone in the face, in the same room, listening to their story and watching body language. We have to put in the work and be near to show others that we care, that they are worth our time and really matter to us. Then we begin to matter even more to them. Keep your phone, send your emojis, email a selfie, read your favorite poet’s blog, just don’t be a glutton for social junk food. The world needs the real you in it more than ever. You can connect without a cord or wifi.

Mermaid Fishing

Going mermaid fishing.
Gonna catch a fishy friend.
Nobody believes me,
but I'll show them in the end.
"I've never seen a mermaid" everyone insists.
Well, they need a special kind of bait
that mermaids can't resist.
A photo of my handsome face,
which every lady wants to kiss.
When those lips are firmly placed,
I reel her in from the abyss.
I'll put her in a fish tank,
my scaly little miss,
to plan a lovely wedding -
join our lives in fishy bliss.
For a future with my ocean bride
the plans have all been laid.
Just need a fishing license
that lets me catch a mermaid.

-B.C. Byron
The mermaid’s will swarm to this picture of my irresistible face

Most mermaids these days meet men through dating apps online. It’s much simpler. Also, something tells me that a mermaid wouldn’t accept a marriage proposal from a guy who dragged her to the surface on a metal hook and kept her in a tiny tank. She’d probably want to go on a few dates first at least, and how do you take her on a date? You’d have to get a van with a lift to put her tank in and a hand truck for wheeling her to and from the van. Things are getting pretty expensive now. Then what would you do on the date? Can’t dance very long since you’ll have to hold your breath the whole time. She probably couldn’t eat hamburgers or a salad at a restaurant, and seafood might be offensive. Maybe you could find a new age health restaurant where they serve mostly seaweed dishes (is that what mermaids eat?). Then there are cultural differences and a language barrier to overcome. Shrieking and making whale sounds is considered rude at human parties, as I’ve found out on numerous occasions. High fives are an insult in underwater communities. The list goes on. And you can forget meeting her parents. They live deep in an ocean cave and you get 30 minutes of scuba tank air time, max. All these problems could be overcome with love and effort I suppose, but it turns out that mermaid fishing is actually illegal after all.Don’t believe me? Send the Fish and Game department an email and ask. They were pretty short with me the last 5 times I called about it.

Thanks for reading my poems. Fish responsibly and leave the poor mermaids alone kids.