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.