584 people rated me highly

On OkCupid

And I would know who they are

If I bought an A-list subscription.

Maybe the man I’m supposed to love

Is among them

But probably not.

What they don’t know

Is that I am a mess.

I almost missed my flight

To DC yesterday:

I sprained an ankle

And barely escaped

The wrath of a taxi driver.

I’ll be in New York soon.

The Ivy League student

I dated there,

Whose parents spend millions

On horses and carriages

Believed I looked

Wonderfully

Gentle,

Confident

And calm.

Which proves

That nobody knows

Anything.