My Friend Is Swiping & Scrolling My friend in the dark hour before dawn. My friend with the ragged stomach who had a bad night. In a different hemisphere he is turning on the bedside light, rolling out of bed, pouring a cap of antacid at the kitchen bench. My friend who hasn’t left his neighbourhood all year. My friend in London pining for how things used to be, for the Eurostar crossings to speak German and Spanish. My friend scrolling through Facebook to see the faces of his family. My friend living alone who aches with aloneness. My friend…