“As a child plotting my future adulthood, I couldn’t imagine becoming someone who ogled the glow of screens and sweat-clenched the square edges of devices,” writes Felicity Fenton in her new chapbook, User Not Found. “Not once did I believe I would partake in an incessant perusal of digital walls, skimming notes and pictures from others about their physical and emotional whereabouts, or that I would send others notes and pictures about mine.” This idea is what the chapbook’s single, long-form lyric essay hinges on: Though most people have accepted our collective social-media addiction, it isn’t what any of us dreamed our lives would look like.