the dating equation

i downloaded a dating app,

wanted to build something beautiful

>carpenter of love

>a man who can hammer for you

the hard parts of

love, sex, and back taxes

owed to IRS.

i swipe right on every profile

hoping

to increase my odds of getting laid,

but instead

i talk to girls

first, and tell them

they have boobs.

remind them

assure them

they haven't been touched enough.

my cock is a textbook of light

it even says so

there in my bio...

i'm pretty sure the right girl exists,

or is in the process

of creation.

and when i see her

i will finally learn the correct way

to drown.