a relic from my dating days
I’ve been Generation X’ed;
I got the message by text.
A last minute change
and my day was rearranged.
The zombies cross the street,
staring at their phones.
They cannot tolerate a human voice,
and yet, cannot be alone.
It’s not a “relationship,”
despite the frequent f***king.
It’s just a casual acquaintanceship,
full of frantic commitment-ducking.
Ambivalence and indecision
aren’t what I call attractive.
In fact, they summon my derision.
So, I must be proactive.
It’s not that you aren’t ****
you’re just too Generation X-y.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
a relic from my dating days
I’ve been Generation X’ed;
I got the message by text.
A last minute change
and my day was rearranged.
The zombies cross the street,
staring at their phones.
They cannot tolerate a human voice,
and yet, cannot be alone.
It’s not a “relationship,”
despite the frequent f***king.
It’s just a casual acquaintanceship,
full of frantic commitment-ducking.
Ambivalence and indecision
aren’t what I call attractive.
In fact, they summon my derision.
So, I must be proactive.
It’s not that you aren’t ****
you’re just too Generation X-y.
