Redownloading Tinder
I step in chicken shawarma on the date and that slick
grease on the sole of my shoe gets dragged over anotherdoormat
another number I have not saved yet is asking about dinner
is asking about my sign/ is asking what I’m looking for I’m
looking for something on this menu that I could have with a beer/
that I could have with three beers/ I’m not saying this hasn’t been fun
I’m not saying that we can’t do it again I’m just saying that
everyone in this city is holding onto something that still lights up their phone
that every man in this city is looking for a therapist he can fuck/
that I am looking for another man I can fuck while he looks me in the eyes
that was not an invitation to ask about my ex/ this was not an invitation
to do anything but undress
Sorry I Cried In Bed It’s Just that I
have swallowed a flare/ have never bruised this shade of yellow/ had honeysuckles blossom bloody/ on my chest
or seen crushed capillaries/ constellate beneath the bludgeon of a kiss. wasn’t it you/ who told me that/ it was not an apple/ but a fig
in the garden/ where sleep is sown. all night you turn over/ like a moon jelly
in the wake and I gather/ the sheets in my hands.
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McCaela Prentice is living and writing in Astoria, New York with her Betta fish named
Skeletor. Her poetry has previously appeared in Ghost City Press, Hobart, and Perhappened Magazine. Her debut poetry chapbook JUNK DRAWER HEART was published by Invisible Hand Press in 2020.
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