This might be stupid of you,
at 25, after spending
a night reading old
journals and looking
at ugly or cute pictures
of formative years,
and texting current friends
, finding
out that people who
were friends back then
(are still friends), and sometimes
you even fall into that category,
and think of pink rubber pools,
or that super hot kid who lived
near your beach house who once
ate a beetle and had curly hair,
and then we grew up and now
some of your friends are no longer
around really,
or some of your friends
are right now teaching teens
how to use condoms as a profession
and some of your friends are thinking
about when they really got into figure
skating and sort of forgot about that
guy and some of your friends are
applying to medical school and
you are doing something, probably,
but mostly you are sitting on
the couch and crying because
your grandmother will die soon.
