Craigslist Poetry #2 and #3*

Mad

We shared a cab out of convenience
en route to home
you stupid stupid boy
I am so mad
it's weird to miss you
damn me and my timidness


Not Mad

A sign from the Universe
my lunchtime crash
Beth you were right
I am not mad
(insert swear word)
I'm still here I still think of you
It's going to be my hardest year ever

*constructed from message subject lines on the New York City missed connections board