on this day,
several years ago
I was expelled from
high school for
possession of alcohol
on school grounds

the bottle was a gift to
a fellow classmate
for doing a
homework assignment
in our English class

the assignment was
to do a poem

and now
here I am
writing a poem about it

you could cut the
irony with a knife

well anyways,
every few leap years
or so,
I occasionally run
into my former colleagues
at some local bar or soirée
and they ask who I am

I ask if they remember me
and tell them the school
I attended and what year
I was suppose to graduate

they tell me the same and
have no recollection of who
I am or have never heard of me

and after hearing about all
the great accomplishments
they’ve made for themselves
after high school,

it sounds like they
never existed either.