Harbourwalk Poem W189

There needs to be a
Word for real people with
Whom one interacts –
But with whom one is sure one
Will never meet face to face

07.18.18

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.

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Notes to this poem…

For the world of virtual friendship in this technological age of loneliness. Here, I was doing research to learn about the world of “companions”, which is much more than just what some refer to as “escorts”. It was done on a platform meant for safe interactions, called Switter. I learned a huge amount of information, from the perspective rarely given a voice, through direct interaction, but I had no intention of meeting any of them. Not that I judged them, but rather it’s their “work” to meet with people, often for companionship, image, etc. and not just sexual reasons because most men can’t do sex anywhere near long enough to make their time worthwhile. I’d be like some losers trying to squeeze these women (mostly) out of their income with a sob story, even though it’d be genuine research on my part, not image, sex, companionship, or any other reasons these companions are doing their work.

The W-series poems comprise mostly of haiku or tanka composed during walks I took on the portion of Halifax’s waterfront known as the Harbourwalk, during the warmer months of 2018 & 2019, when the Seabridge was in place.

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