on gettin' by

of course the 90s
are cloudy to me now (and then, i suppose)

but what would you say
if some photo of us,
together, in 1995, surfaced?

like we were
best-of-friends
all along (along, along the I-40 corridor)
and you had asked me then,
what constitutes poetry?

i might have said
"poetry's for weirdos, man. can i come
over and play ninja turtles?"

and that, i think, is poetry.