The Horrors of Facebook

All the guys I had crushes on in college, yet none of them remember that
yes I do hate chewing gum.
Missoula hippies at the audience-participation play last night reminded me
of college, of all that wily energy, the wildness that tore at the roots of my teeth
when I drank, I thought of long lines of plastic tubing, I made out with girls,
cut their arms on things sticking out of walls as we waited in line for the bathroom.
I think I thought I was odd, everyone seemed so big-city knowledgeable, but now
we’re all in grad school.

The motto for my alma mater is now “Fearless.”
It used to be something like, “That guy from Ben and Jerry’s went here,
but dropped out.” Far out.

When that bird shat on my white shirted
shoulder, you drew around it with black sharpie.
Now the shirt is a masterpiece. Wearable art.