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Swiping for Something More - Brianna Stoever


ENJOYS MUSIC

So do I, but it’s no guarantee of a spark

Yet there’s a match


Do you ever wonder why there’s a D in

fridge but not refrigerator?

Not really, what about driving on a park way

and parking on a driveway?


Or why there’s no D in your name?

Want me to change that?

...

Just figured I could add some length to your

name

Not much apparently.

LET’S GET COFFEE

I don’t like coffee, but hot chocolate works


Maybe Saturday we could just meet?

I’m much better in person.

Funny, I’m better in text

Plus I can’t kiss through a phone

I have an emoji that says otherwise

and it’s more sure fire.

I’m a good kisser, everyone says so

everyone. really.

Gimme a try ;)

You won’t regret it ;)

No one has yet ;)

Yeah, that’s why we’re both still here.


I’M CUTE

Bare bio, but he’s not wrong on being cute.

SomygirlfriendlikeswhenIsleep

Withotherwomenandtellheraboutit

Want to have sex?

Absolutely not.



HARRY POTTER FAN


Tread lightly, you don’t know how much of

a fan they are.

Pottermore says I’m a Gryffindor,

But I’m much more of a Ravenclaw


Give this one four months.

Throw away the app – you found what you

wanted.

Until premature I love you’s splash the

flames

Until work becomes the only priority

Until you don’t workout enough

Until you’re no longer enough

UntilUntilUntilUntilUntilUntil

Until you go back to the app

and start all over again.



Bio:

Bri Stoever is an MFA candidate at Iowa State University studying Creative Writing and Environment. She is interested in the connection between humans and their environments including the natural world and our own minds. Her work has been published in Mineral Lit Mag, Analogies & Allegories, and upcoming in Ample Remains and Auroras & Blossoms.

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