Tinder in the Time of Corona

Heart bulge on every picture and a proposal

in the time of Corona

“With your permission, may I ask you a personal question?”

Sure, I guess.

“Imagine if tonight was the last night of the universe and you were having your last meal, what food would you choose to eat?”

He beams

from screen

in all white linen

lawyer smile

and a biohazard sign:

 [I am running a successful startup and I enjoy long walks]

[I love babies]

Something spicy, I say

[The slug in my mouth is hungry]

He said he would have picked a home cooked meal 

followed by chocolate

“You know, we are not supposed to wait for the end of the universe to have some great food. We should plan something together sooner than that.

Won’t you agree?”

I agree with this:

I feel like my body is the floor of a place

where you don’t see roaches

but you know they walked on the tiles

and you know the tiles

haven’t been wiped with clorox

I walk my dog

as flickering notifications

from my phone

set the flammable

cotton

in my back pocket 

on fire

as my ears turn doggish

perking up

my nose cold and wet

sniffing out the neighbors

“I don’t think the virus is going to be that bad”

“This fucking dude, he’s coughing onto the BART and touching everything and it’s like, dude, have you seen the news? We got a fucking pandemic going on here.”

[I'm inside the beginning stage of an apocalyptic video game]

[only it’s actually a lot more boring]

Graphs and panic

GIFS of fingers tapping

from impatience wrapped in linen