I saw Greg S. on Christmas Eve

at the grocery store.

Simplicity

was that he looked the same,

the same

as that day

in that crowded room

when we all looked identical.

So far out

drugged out

and spaced out

on the long road that winded before us

and the rest

all applications

and financial aid forms.

I remember that by the time we all took the plunge

Owen was already forty grand in debt.

I saw Greg S. on Christmas Eve

at the grocery store

and it all came back

the stupid things

and

that little moments.

Like how

I had a crush on him when I was fourteen

for all of about five seconds

and his

"I want to ride you like a pony"

statements

all to

evident

in the fact

that at one point

everyone loved him

and then

like Ben and Jen

he disappeared from society-

Society being

the little groups of greeting cards

the:

"Like-oH-My-gOd-That-iS-So-Like-wow"

and

"GET-THE-FUCK-AWAY-FROM-ME's"

but hey

life is what it is I guess.

I saw Greg S. on Christmas Eve

at the grocery store

and avante-gardely

walked around

as he followed me.

Seeing me

I must look so different

from Greg S. perspective

and me no longer

fourteen helping him in History class.

How strange

that we all set out on lives that would commanded respect and singularity.

How strange

that we all find each other again sooner or later.