Day 210: Prose: Glass in my eye.
I’ve got glass in my eye.
And I’ve been trying to tell you since middle school that toe rings weren’t cool.
And even after every cup of coffee,
When we said we wouldn’t smoke much longer,
We found every reason to sneak out of the diner and puff in front of the trash can.
And after the SATs
And every shot of Crown and juice,
Circle of death on New Years Eve,
We still managed to go our separate ways.
Chugging in basements in towns we’d never visited,
And listening to mindless strangers for hours.
We only try our best now.
Growing out of phases we started in high school,
But keeping in touch shouldn’t be a phase.
I’m sure we miss high school,
But we don’t date say it out loud.
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