Negative Growth
A Poem
Is it weird that I don’t want to market myself? I don’t want to create calls-to-action about authentic writing with a link to my pyramid of opportunity I don’t want to decide between twelve outfits for a single post in a sea of proximity and hopelessness I just don’t want to do any of it
I don’t want profile infinity and cross-posted diarrhea which causes me late-night angst and incurable insomnia I don’t want scalable growth and tracked metrics or online trolls and cooperative heretics I don’t want to stay up all night to work on my personal brand because I have to sell myself as an upgraded version of this
I dream about negative growth Maybe they call it shrinking but I want my growth to spiral downward like a plane who lost an engine but can glide into obscurity by landing in an open field and just walking away Anonymous
I don’t want to be known for more than I am A person sitting at a computer in a city in a state in a country inside an orb levitating in the galaxy or participating in this elaborate computer simulation where I am typing this and they knew I was going to type THIS
I can’t do it This vision quest of hand raising and elaborate self-directives all leading me in a circle back to myself but a version that plays better Not me how I really am in sweatpants at lunch Unshaven, unshowered but the productive me Because that version of me will help me grow (my followers) but maybe the only growth I really care about is the personal kind The kind that comes from within Untethered to outward manifestations and hybrid creations of this one small dot
I want to watch myself bake like a Shrinky Dink and warm to perfection as the best version of myself And that version, Jonathan 127.0, is the only growth I need A tick mark in a sea of full lines quietly wishing for negative growth so I can disappear into oblivion
© Jonathan Greene 2019
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