GO TEAM

I saw you on TV today. It was weird. Not Bad Weird, just weird. You were a million miles away and I live in another dimension now. It almost defies imagination. Out of billions of people, our lives merged for awhile before separating and now I live in LA with my dog Polly and you are in Paris issuing fashion edicts for television, for America, for me. I suppose I could have been Jealous but I chose Pride because in the end being proud of you is much more fun. Jealousy is a momentary pleasure, ebbing and flowing with my mood, the circumstances, and can be forgotten or disappear. Pride ignites and I can always return to the warm fire for comfort and pleasure. I look at you talking with authority on the screen, you who’ve become Someone, and feel like Someone Too. I was there when you honed your skill and added what I could. Now, in a galaxy far, far away, I see a shiny glint of me in the Pride Mirror.

You looked great. You are the epitome of that Conneticut-Turned-Urban NYC/Reed Thin/SuperCool Chick like you were when we worked in Paris. I listened to you thinking I danced with her at Les Bains Douches. You wore a short skirt and swung your straight blond hair like a Go-Go girl. I got drunk with her at a rooftop party one July Fourth. We stopped on the long walk up and smoked a J on a landing. We were in a Body Shaping Class together. I was only there because my boyfriend was the teacher and you told me your friends had crushes on him. Our shared connection was Secret NYC Code for “You rock.” It kept me going to his class despite being the only man and worst at the exercises. Lust, love and Love.

Things are different now. Ten years ago, our age difference seemed like No Big Deal but now you are Mid-Thirties and I am Early Forties and a chasm emerged because I have changed so much. I don’t have any connection to Our World Then but you obviously do. Say hello for me. You’re still on the Diamond but I have ended up wandering far against the fence in tall grass. Polly ambles beside me and we stop to look at gopher holes, her ears perking before she asks what I think. We hear the bat crack far away and I look up as if I remember that sound.

I hope it was you hitting a Home Run.

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