The poems of Internet Girls concern themselves with electronic as well as physical loss and inevitability; they try to contain that slippage, to box up all that which is evanescent and disappearing. Their speaker is exhausted if not exhaustive and possibly also electronic herself, a queer female narrator staring down the untraversable span between intimacy and distance: "I keep thinking how I wish I were a poet to describe / certain things I cannot get right." A shifting constellation of images embroiders the work together through textual and linguistic disruptions. "Someone has to sleep with politicians, be a starfucker, do your dirty / service, this work of being soap-slimed and broken," observes one; in sequence, the lyrics stand for something natural, mystical, and larger than the self, even split by grief: "So I loved on, a desperate believer, / divider: three parts in vain but two / just here for the river."