Marinated Chicken Girl (Upper West Side)
Missed Connections in Manhattan
Marinated Chicken Girl
Marinated chicken breasts sizzling to perfection
Lemon pepper, teriyaki aromas waft without discretion
Savory memories arouse haunting recollections
Palpable is the agony of a vexing missed connection!
Cordial exchanges flowed amongst swirling peripheral mist
Echoes of “Boulder” and a warm “welcome” do indeed persist
Torn apart like needy children tugging mother’s wrist
Cursed be the organic flour tortillas of aisle number six!
Hastening footfalls pondered squeakily with each and every stride,
“Where art thou fair maiden of poultry which is grilled, never fried?”
Stealthy patrons lurked and lunged from every angle, corner, side
Return I did but not in time for thee I did not find!
Oh ye wandering eyes! Glistening like pearls!
Dost thou belong to her? Thy Marinated Chicken Girl?
One Year Ago: Please Come to Boston… (Rhode Island)
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Downright brilliant! Well done (and grilled, never fried) lovelorn Manhattanite. You may never again cross paths with the marinated chicken girl but your fine, heartfelt words to the supermarket samples employee will remain here for all to enjoy and be inspired by.
