Careless

I always whisper
‘wait a day’
before I send the message
for I lack patience.

Wait and see if you will answer
maybe text me first?
In this day of instant gratification
I only want you
to respond to me.

We spoke the code
this new generation
of not dropping
into feels.

Do not look to me for love
do not look to me at all
for really this need I have
it requires only a boy to sate the craving.

Yet sit here I do,
checking each text
hoping that it will be you.

Nope, that one rings false,
‘hey baby how you doin’?
Wanna get laid tonight?’
The only way I can get you to respond.

Wrapped in your arms
salt upon my lips
I lack the ability to be careless.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 18/17