into an old high school friend
that i haven't
seen
in over fifty years.
he asks
me if i'm still drinking
Southern Comfort,
which i used
to sip on
under the grandstand
at football games,
stuffing a pint bottle
in the deep pocket
of my Navy pea coat.
i tell him no.
but how about you,
are you still dating Joann,
the girl who
used to sit behind me
in driver's ed,
her braces full of rubber
bands?
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