you look familiar

you look

familiar my son says

staring at me

as we bump into each other

on the street.

you too, i say.

i think i was married to your

mother back in the nineties.

right, he says. right.

we had a dog.

a house in the burbs.

you used to hold me in one

hand

and fly me around the house

like an airplane.

yes, yes.

i that was me, i tell him.

i taught you how to play

sports

and skim stones across the pond.

i remember, he says.

good times good times.

so what's up?

same old, he says, not much,

what's new

with you?