Tinder Love

I’m reduced to only so many squares
each box only a sliver of a glimpse—
one day he looks suave
the next he’s adventurous and shit
wait, did he meet Normani? that’s lit
then there’s the box that says so little
I’m supposed to spill my guts
gotta make it concise though
but no one reads it, so what the fuck?!
oh wait I misspoke—there’s a couple
still it’s what they see that pulls
like the moon making the Earth’s tides
I make them swipe
accumulating like after like
just to still be at home alone

so this is swiping right.