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.