Tinder, Philadelphia

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.

 

 

 

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