Hello my darling Craigslist, I think it’s time I start calling you Craig.
Cause I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. Your silky smooth listings, your sweet smelling connection, your quick response to my touch.
Every time I worry that you might not provide for me, you come bearing gifts.
Free rocks for the backyard, a $50 dishwasher, an antique chair for the living room.
I know a relationship is doomed if it’s too one sided. That’s why I gave you a rocking chair, a bin of Duplos, piles of free fill dirt.
Oh, the dirt!
I worried you might fail me when I offered you the dirt. Yard after yard of free fill dirt. But I should never have worried, I know you’d never fail me.
That doubt now shames me. How could I have doubted our bond, our connection, our love?
Sometimes I wonder if I ask too much from you. I don’t want to be, dare I say it — needy.
Yet needy I am.
Furniture, appliances, landscaping goods.
I wonder how I ever lived without you.
My sweet, my love, my Craigslist.
I am forever yours.
Katy Wolk-Stanley
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”
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You know, I hardly ever go on Craig’s list. I probably should. I could write a love letter to freecycle, though. lol