On “missed connections” during a pandemic:
With everyone in quarantine, there would either be more missed connections than usual, or less, depending on how you look at it.
The last time I did a Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse poem was in January, back in the Before Time. Just. We were on the brink, and we didn’t know it.
Be that as it may, for this sixth poem in my “Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse” series, I read through the Missed Connections listings on Craigslist and gleaned some lines that came together in a poem that seems more wistful to me than ever.
For those of you unfamiliar with this series of poems:
To create these poems, I skim through the list of Missed Connections entries on Craigslist and pick out the subject lines that intrigue me in some way… then I arrange them into a shape that makes sense to me. (My standard explanation)
Credit goes to those strangers who unwittingly dropped wonderful bits of poetry in Missed Connections. (My standard disclaimer)
A note about this particular poem: This time, I left all punctuation (and lack thereof) exactly the way I found it. I felt that letting the lines stand alone and untouched made the final poem feel more apt for the times.
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 6
To the person who paid for my coffee
I broke your key in your car door
Where is our joke for today?
Saw you at the stoplight
Saw you down by the fountain
You were jogging at Tempe Town Lake
Full moon festival we danced together all night
Where are you
Seeking a friend for the end
The extra mile
Sad but True
Where I took you last weekend
My last customer