We hold our breath
As we wait for the verdict
as if the world
will end for all of us
A blast from the past
When she got the scoop
He’d gotten busted,
Reaching out to me for hel
she really didn’t need,
that moment (of) graduation
from cub to old saw
with me as helpless observer
fast forward to now
expecting to be expelled
from the inner circle of cool kids
she always envied
back at school,
or on that yacht with that old lady
who gobbled up brothers and sisters
and taught her how,
gobbling up all she can find
still hungering for me,
a lost soul waiting
as if she is on trial,
not him,
as if her world will end
with the fall of the gavel
, “We’re all on the same yacht now,”
she once wrote,
back when she still saw
a wide open sea
ahead,
before she even knew
the boat she’s one
had sprung a leak..
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