Concrete Poetry
   of Modern Love

 “I  want
 to set    you
 up with    someone,”   my  mother
 said. I
  was    immediately  suspicious.  “A  friend’s   son?”  I  asked.   She  paused, then   said, “I   did
   a  bad thing.”
   To
   my horror,    she   created   a  JDate account,  impersonating   me.    “I
  just    wanted   to    find  you someone  to    run  with,”  she said. Curiosity    won: “My”   profile  was    cringe-worthy,    but    the   runner   who  wanted  to    meet    “me”  wasn’t   so  bad.  After  I
    confessed  to  my
   mother’s  misdeeds,   we    met.
    He   was   my   mother’s  type,   not
  mine.    I   rewrote
 my profile.  The   next   guy  made me  laugh. We’ve been   running  together   since 2002.  —   Rebeca Robboy