Lindsey has taken my old position
as high school loser.
I didn’t say that to be mean.
I said it as a statement of fact.
No matter how much makeup she wore,
no matter how much she styled her hair,
no matter what color she dyed it,
and no matter who she hung out with,
it seemed she could never rise up.
She was talking to Gary one day,
maybe telling him a lie about me.
He said she reminded him of
a mole, dirty and eyeless,
blinking in the sunshine
of my newfound popularity.
It was cruel but an apt description.