Her Kind on the Other Side

I am not she. I do not know her.
I Confess like Sexton.
I wavered between admiration and annoyance - perpetually inconvenienced for three days.
And on the third day
decided to nod my head in acknowledgment, pointless acknowledgment (
I received a ribbon for sportsmanship in school and continue on)

He called. And it stopped being unique ad entered into the trend of the new year. I admired the novelty - even against me - more than the monotony.

You are the same.

I shrug my shoulders, drink my first beer before
and know the steps I'll be following from here.