With an outstretched voice
typed out on this screen,
please don’t take offense
if I swipe left.
There’s something
about everyone
making them worth
being swiped right.
I may not feel this culture
stumbling around the room
going from conversation,
to conversation,
being judged
by questions
I’d never ask.
Still, I can’t help but consider
is this start of something?
All of this
might turn out to be nothing more
than something
all together different.
Let this writing be the start
the start of something pretty perhaps.
Just imagine if you will
all the handsome circles
we’d become a part of
with ridiculous amounts of money
getting us into places.
I can only think of
the one private part
where we secretly hook up.
Who’s to say
who’d want to jump first?
I’d let you start
without first asking
for a photograph.
My poetry
will have to be the source
where you choose
to stand
or jump with me.
All of this might be nonsense,
but to that one,
this could be
our crazy start.
