"Note to High School Reunion Committee" - David Noah
I won’t be attending the fiftieth
high school reunion,
or queuing up to tour the old place,
though I thank the committee for its
invitation.
It’s not fear of showing my wrinkled
face
that will keep me from the happy
event—
we all look like a sheet the morning
after.
It’s just that my years in high
school were spent
in pursuits ill-suited to stories and
laughter.
I could mention the drugs and the
sex, I guess,
or tell tales of madness and family
drama,
before getting round to the French
teacher’s kiss.
Madame, who taught the intro to love
and trauma.
Who knows where the years have gone?
Let’s just say it’s time I moved on.
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