A Message to My Metrocard, and Whichever “Grand Being” Thinks Ruining My Life is Funny

Where are you

My dear,

Elusive,

Lime-green,

Piece of shit?

I miss you.

I need you.

Everyone tells me it will all be OK.

Everyone tells me that everyone goes through this.

I don’t care.

And don’t you say that I do or that my nonchalance is misplaced.

This isn’t a damn soap opera.

I’m not wishing for a million dollars.

I don’t need to travel this summer.

I’ll forget about the dresses, the shoes, bags, movies, parties, grades, movement,

Life in general.

But please, PLEASE give me my school metrocard back.

Because 29 dollars a week blows. 

(something amusing I once found on the subway)