Years fall away
and we wake up
the same, what we hoped
we’d never be; the insecure high school kid
sitting in the back of the room,
digging into his skin with an ink pen,
greasy hair hanging over his eyes,
seeing nothing; the girl
next to him in her high-waisted
pink-and-white flowered jeans,
big glasses smudged and foggy
covering half her face, disguised
as someone else. Underneath
they are movie stars
glittering like Christmas lights
seen through thick glasses —
their lives a blur, blink
and there they are,
never seeing
what it’s worth.