For tonight’s post, I come bearing a little collection of subject lines gleaned from the Missed Connections section of Craigslist. If you’ve been here a while, you’re familiar.
It was in April, my last Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse poem.
For this seventh poem in my “Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse” series, I expected to find more of the wistfulness that came through in April, but rather, there’s more desperation. I tried to side-step that. I still wound up with the mood you’ll find in the lines collected below. It’s important, though, this mood.
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)
Also, here’s a reiteration of April’s note: 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.
I do want to say one thing in particular about this curation! The Missed Connections subject line I chose for the opening intrigues me; in the Before Time, “phone girlfriend” didn’t have the pandemic application that it does today. These lines created a short poem that invokes doom, desperation, and the past. It’s a mood, as I said. It’s a time capsule of a sort.
Missed Connections Exquisite Corpse, 7
Phone girlfriend wanted
Music at bar
Before the gyms were closed
We both saved two dollars
We shared the room last time I was in town
i was next to you high limit blackjack wild horse casino
Sarcasm, whiskey and ink
I doubt it
you told me something was hanging from my car
Hearse with the WATERBEDS signage
Still can’t believe you were there
Body in SCW
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