I wrote this poem in April of 2025.
Downloaded hinge to become unhinged
the fountain of inspiration was waning
and I needed a dose of new character energy
even if some of those characters are icky and shady
even if some of those characters annoy me
I can’t keep writing about the same old repetitive stories
reheating old trauma for the purpose of making art
after a while, it gets exhausting
after a while, it makes no sense since I’ve forgiven them all
and honestly, I can’t do another 4 years of Trump
Celibate and devoid of any romantic energy
Life on the BPD 
Gotta cut off the narcissists source of power, kick him out of our heads and take our lives back…
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Hi Patty,
I’ve got that t shirt too!
I like your spin on cliché, which is about all was to be found on Hinge.
I moved to Feeld, which I found, at first to be more honest, where I found folk to be more vibrant, but I found that to be a mask, and I never got behind the mask,
And all the while, I kept OKC in the background. At first I called it OK Stupid, for it let me hand myself with too many words, but perhaps if those words can be left there, and I can cool it, one day, some desperate soul will sail into my harbour. Maybe.
But the more modern ones, hinge, feeld – the ones that make you but a new smartphone; they all require you keep a listening watch, which isn’t healthy.
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