Poetry Sunday

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Photo by Nathalie SPEHNER on Unsplash

I miss the team we used to be —
our mutual
hanging like a contract
between. Clinging
to one another
for dear life;

I miss the lazy nights —
soaked in
vodka-whys and tequila-ifs.
conversations with ourselves,

I miss pushing your limits —
with my abstract absurdity
and even sometimes
I miss
your attempts to
fit me
into one of the many
cluttering your mind;

I miss getting lost in myself —
in you,
and the feeling
of you
finding slivers of yourself
in me. …

She used me for my fishin’ spots…

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Photo by Yogendra Singh on Unsplash

Sex & Satire: Thanks so much for speaking with Sex & Satire today. So, tell us about your Tinder profile?

Fishy Man: Happy to be here! I think I have a pretty typical profile. It’s even got words! Says: “I love my truck, bud is my best friend, and fishin’ is life!”

S&S: And what photos do you have?

FM: One’s with my truck, one’s with a beer, and one’s kissin’ a fish!

S&S: Kissing huh? That’s… extreme…

FM: Oh yeah, got to thank her for her service, you know? And gotta show the ladies I’m a thankful man. *winks*

r.j. quirk

Just a lost 20-something, floating through the possibilities. Becoming the person I've always wanted to be. She/they.

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