Poetry Match me I dare you Come join me on higher ground, let’s weaponize curiosity, create joy and play with all our might Match me Fine I’m no angel Match me Let’s get low, so low we’re existing underneath all the noise creating our own new world from complete silence Match me I dare you High, low, all the places in the middle The spaces between Match me there I ask too much The pool is too small There are daring women alone everywhere Screaming out to no one Fucking match me Let go somewhere new together Impossible asks If love is serious play There have to be some classes, some categories Pool is too small, their’s a skills shortage So we work alone Waiting to whisper, wondering if one day we might whisper, mi’amore slow down, let me catch-up