Love Poem #1
Missed Connections in Buffalo, NY
(Puts a record on: Slum Village’s “Fall in Love, instrumental”)
Riot-girl brunettes with tight jeans and perfectly straightened hair veiled stares (no, glances) that drill ten-second head turning wounds one after the (next)
Privileged white girls with blond highlights and cliche tattoos giggle as rich hipsters finger wine glass rims through horn-rimmed body language: a caustic fog for no good reason (next)
Fishnets always spell trouble: they usually mean things like “I may or may not be wearing any panties” – but you, like Olympia, lay prude across the mahogany of the bar as you gleefully reject another drink from across the room (next)
Flirting is not a choice. It’s that necessary dance that comes with attraction (another thing that’s not a choice.) And you tell me that you’re not looking for anything long-term. “Terms” are so 00s.
And he still misses you like somebody always will.
Her Two Cents
Buffalo is one of my favorite missed connections feeds to follow. With a mix of quirky, creative, and interesting messages, it hasn’t (yet) fallen prey to flaggers and moderators who delete anything that isn’t missed connections explicit. As this message referenced a particular song which I happened to like, I included it as a way to re-create the ambiance of the bar, and its patrons, our poet so perfectly describes. I’m a sucker for thoughtful closing lines, and this one made stop and think, and feel, and wonder who the missing character might be.
