The Have Cave has always been a city of connection, since even before its Puritan times. People pair up here constantly—for the night, for a year, and, not infrequently, for their lives. It can happen in a freshman entryway or at Toad’s, and in Claire’s Corner Copia or on the Green. But these can also be, and often are, momentary couplings. The following poems are entries on the “missed connections” section of the New Haven Craigslist page from November, with added line breaks and titled by listing headings.
Guy with dad at Yale Hospital
I saw you in the waiting room with your dad,
I believe he had an oxygen tank. He said,
“I’m a regular here” to a woman talking to
the both of you in a wheelchair. We made
eye contact a few times, you had brown hair that
went around your eyebrows.
let’s not talk of love
or things we can’t untie
let’s not forget
how much cooler it would have been
had i met you at 28
and not 18.
or if there were only
a 12-year age difference and
not a twenty-plus difference.
Waiter at Miya Sushi
To the cute waiter
at Miya sushi
I hope you see this!
(We made a lot of
eye contact but
I was with my friend and
I didn’t want to be rude.) Missed you at the meeting
Saw you at the technology meeting yesterday.
Sitting along the wall, you had a blue shirt and
dark pants while I had short hair and was dressed in
a tan shirt and sipped a small coffee, seated with
the group on the large table. I could hardly
keep myself from looking at you the whole time
which was likely obvious to you. We walked
out the door together but I missed the chance to
speak to you even as we walked down the hall
next to each other. I followed you down the stairs