05 Class Reunion Poem by Lori Boulard

The invitation came, complete
with blank biography page,
no doubt to satisfy those aching
to judge what each has become.

Shall I confess to running barefoot
through Asia? Sum the blur
of twenty years in ten lines or less?
I type out my tale of joining the Cirque.
There will be those who know,
who see the humor. But
how well, really, do we ever?

I picture the boardroom scene,
them concentrating as best they can
while seeking specks of glitter in my hair,
quietly eyeing for wires
beneath my pinstriped suit.