modern lust

she runs with scissors,
talks with her
mouth full.
never looks you in
the eye, or say what
she means, or
means what she says.
but she has other
attributes
that make up for
so much of what she
lacks in manners
and education.
after all it's not
a forever thing,
and you'll never
tell her exactly where
you live, or
what your real name
is. it's not modern
love, but something
akin to modern lust
and loneliness
bumping into one
another.