the high school reunion
is approaching.
again. damn these people.
they remind you everyday.
they won't leave you alone.
they want you to rat
out your friends, tell
them where they live,
their addresses
and phone numbers, e mails.
but you don't give in.
it's a joint venture.
of three classes, not just
the one you graduated
from.
the herd is thinning, it
seems. so many have died
and passed on, they need
three this time around
to make a full house.
you hated high school.
so why would you go,
especially now. you don't
want to reminisce and eat greasy
chicken with complete
strangers you once took
showers with when you were
sixteen. there is no one
there that you want to see
again and the feeling is
probably like wise.
those that plan it year
after year are the ones
that loved high school.
the ones who ran the school
and peaked there.
you were invisible, trying
hard to make the clock
move faster.
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