I google love.
No, it's not I love Google. It's I google love. Let's sing the praises of Google and its glorious incorporation into postmodern love.
Tien Tran from Cornell's MFA program in Creative Writing wrote:
So I googled you.
I'm not obsessed I swear.
And about a year ago I wrote:
Feeling fresh and new.
She thought she'd never need him.
Now she googles his name.
Un sentimiento nuevo.
Ella pensó que nunca lo necesitaría.
Y ahora busca en Google el nombre de él
No, it's not autobiographical. And I've no idea if Tien's poem is or not, and I don't care. Google is here. No ex-lover will ever be really, truly, definitely over and gone, because you know that if you wanted, you could just google for him (or her). And they never have to know about it, which is the best part.
Confess. You are dying to google someone's name right now. Go ahead.
Tien Tran from Cornell's MFA program in Creative Writing wrote:
So I googled you.
I'm not obsessed I swear.
And about a year ago I wrote:
Feeling fresh and new.
She thought she'd never need him.
Now she googles his name.
Un sentimiento nuevo.
Ella pensó que nunca lo necesitaría.
Y ahora busca en Google el nombre de él
No, it's not autobiographical. And I've no idea if Tien's poem is or not, and I don't care. Google is here. No ex-lover will ever be really, truly, definitely over and gone, because you know that if you wanted, you could just google for him (or her). And they never have to know about it, which is the best part.
Confess. You are dying to google someone's name right now. Go ahead.
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