Michele,

spelled with one L,

a girl I met in Art class

freshman year.

After we met,

we had common

acquaintances,

but she didn’t know

when she first started

talking to me.

Imagine that:

she just started talking

to me without reason.

I’ve always liked her

for that -- I’m sort of

like a loyal dog that way.

I was at one party,

her ex trying to win her back.

His nickname was Chubaka

like the Star Wars Wookie

and a nice guy

but I was jealous

and kept calling him

Ewok or Han Solo or Darth Vader.

He seemed to believe it was an

honest drunk mistake, but

it wasn’t any. Princess Shely

didn’t choose either of us.