I don’t know
How she talked me
Into it,
Ace reporter covering
A cub reporter
On Career Day
In a town she is
Supposed to cover,
Not me,
Meeting me at the front door
To the new high school
At an ungodly hour
When I would otherwise
Be rising to get coffee,
Following her around
As if I wore a dog collar
And she holding me
By the leash,
Like a puppy,
Lacking only the lolling
Tongue and drool
Down my chin,
Bringing me into
Her world
Where she is ace
And I am cub,
To show off
What she can do,
With me to document
It for her,
Even though she is
The better writer,
And can take better
Photos than I can,
A real role reversal
In which I can
Barely compete.
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