not that but this

I’m glad the days of casual dating are over, and there won’t be anymore awkward first times, or men who woo and ditch me, or worse, pretend that I’m interesting and then forget what I said.

I’ve been there, and give the whole thing zero stars. They say you can’t find a man at a bar, but how is finding one online better? It used to be such a foolish and dangerous thing.

But what is a life with no hope for more first kisses on Providence Street? Is it better to sleep comfortably with the same man every night, or to walk home daydreaming of more than kisses after the rain?

I think of Sylvia’s figs, and I cry.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: forget what I said, after the rain, and zero.

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