contemporary dating poem #21

contemporary dating

waiting on the Uber

driver

who doesn’t understand

the importance of

getting where I needed to be

a few minutes ago

so I’m sending messages

through a myriad

communicative mediums

because I can’t remember

if she’s international

or domestic

or other worldly

but I’m in a maroon suit

waiting and waiting

listening to ESL tests

and Kanye West

with the air-con

blowing on me

like you will be

momentarily

making you forget

about those

in the past

to give you a present

of the present

as the rest

of the world

burns down

as we orally

exchange smoke

choke, choke.

it’s all burnt down

as we fall asleep

in

stained soaked sheets.

-JDR-