self-destructive internet dreamboat #1

there she was
on OK cupid.com
her angry face pressed into a sheet of glass
up above some sort of
painted wooden bison
I could see right up
both her nostrils

her speech bubble above this picture said:
"I am masochistic,
hateful,
and apathetic"
immediately I knew she was the one for me

her self-description
(because, you know. you have got to have
a self-description)
said:
"just killing time
in between suicide attempts
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I drew in my breath
felt the butterflies rise up
through my lungs
into the arteries of my
beating heart

she lives only
eight miles
away

at this very moment
she could be only
eight miles
from my present location
and she logged in
just yesterday
at two seventeen
P.M.

"my asshole itches,"
she writes

her profile is poetry
every line
breaks my heart in half
then tries super glue
the whole thing back together
before I get home from work
or something like that

why
did this harebrained goddess
sign up to this website
and make this wonderful
half-assed profile?

does she want to find
someone like ME?
am I the reason
she does all this?
how do I even approach
such a powerful
person?

if I knew all this stuff
maybe I would not need
to write poetry