(& other stuff
you probably
already know)
tonight down
memory lane
with friends
(the sitcom,
but i guess,
just as well,
having any),
phoebe poo
poos the i
dea of any
more re
unions,
lament
ing the no
tion of be
ing floopy
at her age (“at
my age?!”) and
i’m all “no, but
phoebe!” and
even here
all by my
self i can feel
the skin of my
face heat up
to a quick
simmer cuz
i remember
enough to
siphon that
i’m straight
up for sure
floopier
now than
i can recall
ever being.
in fact, i’d
venture,
i’m the
floopiest
human
with
whom
i am at
least well
enough
acquaint
ed to ev
en sug
gest as
much (&
i know
from
floopy,
of this
you can
be most
assured,
which i
initially,
of course,
write “of
this you
can be
most ar
rested in
surance”
[which,
“high
five!?”]).
