I got the following email today from the most recent breaker of my heart (there was more to it than this, but this is the main thing):
“I talked to J from 9 to 4am this morning. The gist of what came out of our conversation is, I’m going to be in this relationship with her, fully. I’m going to work. We are going to therapy. She asked me to not talk to you until July. I agreed.”
Really? REALLY?
Because the thing is, that email sucks. The whole experience has sucked. And I don’t know that it makes sense for me to hang around and submit an application for friendship in July. It may be that I have other things to do with my time.
Like, for example MY HAIKU PROJECT.
So, this Craigslist thing is really taking off. I’m delighted. The only downside is that i don’t want to date my respond-ees anymore; I want to start a writing collective with them.
Over the course of the past 2 days, I’ve gotten over a dozen haikus in the mail. They’re amazing. Yesterday’s rainy poeticism seemed to really inspire people.
I’m posting some gems I’ve received below; and then, of course, my haiku for today:
“flirty, curious
quirky, shy, interested
cure rainy day blues”
“Things that amuse me
Board games, theatre, the beach, naps
It seems you do, too.”
“Aspiring chef
Astoria is my home
Eating alone sucks”
“Hands folded, waiting
What will you post tomorrow?
Haikus make me smile.”
and there are many, many more…
Meanwhile, here’s my post for today:
Haiku 3
More than half smart, my
sunglasses are enormous.
Less than half crazy.
