new age stalking

she shakes her head

sadly,

while staring

into her phone.

stalking

isn't what it used to be,

she says.

hiding in

the bushes outside an old

boyfriend's house

in a hat

and rain coat,

to see what he's up to.

doing the drive by,

the slow follow

as he leaves for work,

or a date

on Saturday night.

who has time for stalking

anymore,

she says,

and besides, there's always

Facebook

and LinkedIn, Myspace,

his blog,

and the rest of it

to satisfy my

sick need to know.