Stacey
I saw her with Christopher.
He’s always been such a loser.
I can’t believe she’d go out with him.
It’s like she’s lost her senses and can’t see
his pimply skin or geeky neck that sticks
out of those shirts his mom buys for him.
It makes me wonder how we used to be friends
and what we ever had in common, which
couldn’t have been much because I could never
Go near someone like Christopher who’s so
different from Mark, who’s so gorgeous
and built, hot enough to be a model.
When I saw them, they were holding hands
and he hung onto every word she said as they walked past our lounge, oblivious to everything.
I called to her but she didn’t even blink. It was like
they were walking on the moon, they were so into
each other, Christopher smiling and nodding
While she was talking,
their shoulders tapping like glasses
as if every word was a celebration.