I took a half a tranxene to stop myself
from binging and picking my skin, and my jaw
is still clenched. December… that’s a ways from now.
I’m trying to lose weight, but have to stop
getting shit-faced from drug interactions,
expensive mixed drinks, and weed chocolate.
I checked out orthopedic surgeon’s tinder
for another look at the face I’d seen twice,
hazy in mind. A part of his bio changed.
“I don’t usually do this either,”
I replayed in my mind, then imagined
Tinder, Philadelphia. “6’5,” he wrote.