Photoshop for Tinder

I kiss my teeth goodbye

and wave at someone in the mirror

I light a fire to spark a fuse

to get me out my mind for hours

It’s fireworks and piles of ash

A hearty couch to waste my self

Already lost what’s rid of me

The rest has yet to go

And they always leave you one by one

You stutter horseshit at yourself

Until you scratched your face all up

Then Photoshop for Tinder

You micromanage everything

behold, it’s all a mess!

You have fucked it up holistically

but always kept it real