It’s 2016, and you’re on the wean off Tumblr. That’s OK; Instagram’s made some algorithmic changes to your explore page and now exercise videos are sandwiched between Kermit the Frog memes and RIP Harambe tribute posts. You continue to scroll through Vampire Diaries gifs and share the Harambe in Heaven pic because you care about animal rights. You scoff to yourself.
Wait. You can’t just be a meme girl, so you keep scrolling. Till you find it. The one thing that will make you a bit more cultured. Poetry. A snippet from Rupi Kaur’s book Milk and Honey arises from the digital ashes. You share it on your story and, just like milk, the DMs come pouring in. A gaggle of “My queen”, “Poet of our generation” and, “omg she speaks to my soul”, materialise on your screen.
