I never cut with you
in high school.
Not that I wasn't cool enough.
I still had big dreams of
sitting in a cubicle
crunching numbers and
a desk stash of sweets
to bide the minutes between
number crunching and copy making.
How did that work out for you?
I wonder at things like
where you went
with your talent for society and timing and
whether or not I will get to
see you
in the headlines of
a blue movie or if
that's just another pipe dream
from a time when
everything not right
now was a little less important.
