i'm still mad at you

there was a girl

in high school, Janet,

we, meaning me, used to call

her Janet

from another planet.

she had

crazy hair,

and enormous glasses.

all bones,

knees and elbows.

piercing brown eyes.

six feet tall at the time.

she was the smartest person

i've ever known.

she went to MIT

and was runner up

in the Miss America contest.

i ran into her years later

at the grocery store

she was beautiful.

she looked at me

and smirked, and said.

don't talk to me,

i'm still mad at you.