Tinder
By Daisy Dai
Tinder feels less like
being struck
by lightning
and more like
grazing a wet finger
across a dusty table.
Never ending electronic swipes
that feel endlessly hopeless.
Dating is now dripping with
artificial sweeteners,
inorganic meetups,
synthetic constructs
of lab grown
chance encounters.
Hoping desperately
for something that tastes
fresh from the garden,
farm-to-table, homemade
with tender love and care.
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