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Give me your best pickup line about the last time you cried
Hello subs(cribers)! Larissa here. PTK is still open for submissions and looking at the google form replies reminded me of the last time I made a google form! It was a survey I sent out to all my tinder matches! So as response to Kelly, and my google form days, I made an erasure poem from this listicle on the best Tinder bios to use.
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You in to know if you can beat me?
Yes, this is all from hoping madly to break dramatically; it’s like one dead fish, two dead fish, red dead fish, blue dead fish.
Can’t match, exchange, have and then never talk say love happens when you least expect it, and trust could not be lower right now; vaxxed and waxed that information. Looking for the door, but slap my butt as I walk through.
Looking for a reason to know it’s real?
My dog’s a father… I, however, am a daddy, not picky about how tall you are is the same height the last time I was someone’s when mouthing “I love you” to strangers out of my car window to be made of girl material.
If you had to one for the rest would it be?
I may not be, but I know how to whip up order; satisfaction guaranteed.
Now taking applications. Must be certified in telling me I’m right to inquire which direction you decide to go in; itching to know if you don’t see the want right away, opt for something different. Remember, it’s a good idea to switch up on the reg anyway.
Give me your best pickup line about the last time you cried, and I’ll tell you my most unpopular opinion is that half of myself is getting really exhausting.
That means we have to, right?
You’ll be just a lie.
Pepperoni my pizza, peanut butter my jelly, cheese my crackers. Oh dang… now I’m hungry.
I’m looking around the refrigerator lost.
I was working on this poem last week when I found out I lost a very very dear friend. I had to take a beat to process this sudden and overwhelming grief, so Kelly and I decided it was best to take a week off from posting. Though the pain of loss doesn’t really ever go away, it has subsided sufficiently now that I am sending out this poem.
If it’s ok with everyone I would also like to share my little eulogy to my dear friend Yumi here:
Your favorite thing in the world was the ocean and today I made it a little bit fuller and saltier with the tears I cried while floating in it thinking of you.
You died on the eve of dia de Iemanjá, the goddess of waters and protector of women. I hope she guides you gently into the sea and holds you forever, safe and warm; a bouquet of white flowers and your Christmas gift (the pearl choker I made for you) are floating towards you both. My mom said it’s not ocean pollution if it’s a poetic send off.
Idk what happens on the other side but you will always be here when my eyes sting, be it from tears or ocean spray; every annoying stowaway grain of sand I have to brush from my bed after a beach day will be a reminder of what a pain it is to know that my day at the beach with you has ended forever.
Obrigada anja , te amo
-feb 2, 2023
The poetry prompt for this week is to tell your friends how much you love them.