Class Reunion

Class Reunion

I picked up my "Peter
Epifant" name tag and pinned it
on my chest. The class of 2000
milled about, looking lost.

Amy Gossiper slipped
her tongue across
her butter cream
teeth. Ian, the husband,
now owns 99¢
Stores. Condoms in his wallet,

Henry Pecker hit up
Kathy, the widow. At 18,
Eva Prudeski got pregnant.
Hers was the only name tag
not picked up. Cindy Trampton
did coke in the parking lot
with Bobby Mathasin. Engulfed

by forced laughter, Jeff Bookerson
cleaned his glasses and looked
at the blurs he recognized
from school. Two corporate clowns
had a bragging match over who lived
the American dream. The rest of us
took bets on whose head was higher

up asses. DJ Laygerd came out
of the bathroom followed by my ex.
Matt Gassur said the gym
smelled like those nonathletic few
not adept enough but for regular
P.E. remembered it. Except the noise
had changed. The quiet
hung over the gymnasium
like the pendulum we all were
forced to read about but didn't.