the kerista commune’s apple spreadsheets

William Connor

it is flat & slim & seems to do everything

it fits in every pocket

it’s a Gestalt-O-Rama of exploration, belonging, control

it renders people’s faces less grotesque, dull


it gives me an excuse to hide from ugliness

searching for an identity to swap

i’m siloed

i’m safe

snap this, swipe left, swipe right . . .

put that one in the spreadsheet for tonite

I’ll never know the difference




we’re so pure, so elegant, so filtered