Instagram was kind enough to suggest I click on your latest post
Which was puzzling and momentarily startling
(though not as traumatizing as it was)
Seeing how I unfollowed you months ago
(Though you still follow me and occasionally let me know it)
But you see
I still had one particular post of yours saved from when we were together
And so the algorithm thought it was being helpful
It was
of course
a selfie of you and my replacement-within-in-a-month
You in your most curated seductively doe-eyed
He
looking
sorry, but
Like as clueless a dipshit as I was
Except
You never posted those few pictures of us you took
Not once
Not that I could see anyhow
You never asked to
And that was nearly a year’s time we’re talking
And from what I gather
more by what our mutual acquaintances out of kindness to me are not saying
You post every picture of yourself with him that you can in these last few months
There seems an incongruity to say the least
What exactly is that about?
I can’t not wonder
Do I flatter myself
Thinking
Maybe just maybe
You were too busy being in a relatively healthy relationship to worry about who was watching?
Do I flatter myself further by imagining that the algorithm
Born of a toxic vanity culture
Is doing exactly what you want it to do?
I wonder if even the algorithm knows how effectively subtle it has become at trolling
