My first poem has been posted to the Tupelo blog. This one was fun! To donate, please go to the link here and be sure to put my name – Mary Stone – in the ‘honor’ field!
This is Dating
(a partial found poem composed from lines from OkCupid dating profiles)
I’m not quite the same person as I was before
so I’ve started this new profile.
Hedonist, I sing the fire. Or maybe it’s the body electric.
I know enough about confession to unroll my acrylic tongue and paint the space between our mouths bruise-red, unholy.
I was one of those kids whose Mom hosed down before I could come in
from playing. Mud used to be safe.
When I want love I let my body love first, love hard.
I clean up nice. Think, paint, eat, repeat.
I love tattoos and plagiarism and finding her
on her couch at night with a guitar
and a cigarette, wearing a hangover.
A lover should be okay with sneaking cigarettes in a dive bar bathroom. With lifting her skirt.
I’d rather turn forty than understand
visit an old friend than say the “Act of Contrition.”
I don’t really like people. Eat, think, paint, repeat.
She does not walk. She hovers and trades back massages even when I interrupt her.
You should message me if you
are a country girl, are a not a telemarketer,
if you want to know more about beards
if you love to satisfy, if you live somewhere
between Arcadia and Beverly Hills,
if you are polyamorous, if you are faithful,
if you’re a super hot super wealthy nymphomaniac
– a boy can dream, a boy can dream -
if you have patience even for ghouls.
She chooses me. She chooses me and wears mismatched socks and says O God O God O God.