Worry

by Alexandra Tanner

I’m jealous of the way Poppy still thinks that everything she’s ever experienced is special.

I can see the end of art and culture and sometimes even human life if I’ve been scrolling through the right pages for long enough. Sometimes I feel like my own ancestor. Sometimes I feel like a Tamagotchi.

Then again: who has ever finished a bottle of nail polish?

“Memes don’t matter, Poppy,” I shout. Now I’m crying. Of course memes matter.

Having a sister is looking in a cheap mirror: what’s there is you, but unfamiliar and ugly for it.