she was still a cheerleader up at the microphone,
in her blue silk dress, a slight paunch,
blue eye shadow and eyeliner, standing up
there with Brett, the football player, now
balding and slightly stooped.
Andy walked up to me, claiming to have been
best friends in high school; I had no recollection
of ever knowing him, but graciously accepted
his offer of new friendship.
The same cliques hung together, those of
us who were alone were still alone.
As for me, I only came to see my twin.