chronologies

of all the men I okcupided

you were the one\who stuck

out

like a sore thumb

or a marked difference

it wasn’t your voracious

or kinky appetite

every page has them, hidden in multiple choices

it wasn’t your feminist tinged

misogyny

reversable clothing of a sheep-wolf

or stoic-damage-burned-at-the-stake-man-who-needs-love-and-hates-love

everymen.

what was

it?

you reminded me of songs I ever listened to, especially 2 years before I ran away from home when I was 12 or 13 at Blimpies on Montague street

every pang that electrified my body from then til forever

and when I go back to memories you are in them even though you weren’t there.