you told him you told me( for an african canadian platonic pal of mine)

hey
this is for you
from a platonic friend
who is writing
to tell you
that you were right to move on
and take a pass
on that
superficial
cyberlying
piece of trash

you told him you told me
not to judge you
by the picture he saw
you told him you told me
that you wanted
him to know
straight up
what he was
getting into
and that is why
you deconstructed
the beautiful
photo
you had sent him
telling him
about all
the blemishes
and the natural
physical
transformations
of a woman
who is no longer
in her teens
or twenties

and you told him this you told me
because you did
not
want to be
a fraud
and also
because
he wanted to
marry you
on the spot
as soon as
he clicked
on your snap

so you told him that,
you told me
and he never
emailed you back
when you had told him
how you
really looked like
and what may
or may not
measure up
to his macho
fantasies
of a transatlantic
copperish cocoa
beauty

and i know
you are angry
that the creep
did a road runner
sequence
on your fanny
zooming off
without
a second
digital
glance back
and i know
you are kinda
pissed off
to find out
about his indifference

but this is
what i want
to tell you,friend
you know i cannot
utter
your name
here
for
obvious reasons
but i did
promise you
a poem
and
here
it is

so i tell you
forget about
that
extraterrestial
suborganic deposit
in humanoid form
he is shallower
than a dinner plate
surely
if he can leap from the dizzying heights
of instant and spontaneous marriage proposals
to the frozen depths
of speedy retreats
in the twinkling of a martian eye
surely
he does
not
deserve jack...
or even a crack at that crack...

take care, remain stronger
try not to kiss any more frogs
and there is no prince, princess...