Dating In The Modern Age

Five poems about looking for love, and maybe not finding it

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Ghosts Of This Generation

a malevolent loop of disappointing hookup ghosts

danced in her head as she indulgently sipped

a purple martini with a syrupy hibiscus flower

sunk decoratively at the bottom

she was saving for the last gulp.

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her date was late and the chair opposite her empty

in the restaurant’s busy evening hour

and she thought of prior first dates

as the waiter filled her water glass

impatiently for the second time.

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she felt melancholy for her heterosexuality

the phone apps did not scold the unworthy boys’ covetous opportunism

like a sinful reputation in the village gossip used to

and here she was stood up probably she thought

for a girl who got naked in her texts.

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she finished her glass and chewed the hibiscus petals