The Next Day and the Next Day

The Next Day and the Next Day
By Sean Roper

I’m counting years and all I can remember
is my high school best friend.
She was the bad girl that everyone was scared of.
Her parents were divorced and so she ran wild
smoking drugs, going to raves piercing her own nipples
and even her clitoris. She was also more beautiful than most
blonde hair, blue eyes and looked a little like a mix of Milla Jovovich
and Eva Mendes. Jelyn was the chaos and I was the order, ironically.
I was jealous of Jelyn’s shamelessness she didn’t care about what anyone
thought about her in any situation. She was Jealous
of my goals and understanding of everything.
She was smart, probably smarter than I
she’d fail pre-algebra and get an A in algebra 2
fail most the test in Shakespeare and then get
the only A in all sections on the hardest test.
She was all that is randomness, her lack of
consistency she couldn’t get into college.
I had straight A’s all the teachers liked me but I am not
smart or intelligent just responsible and focused.
She got pregnant with her boss at work at
Game Stop. That has a funny story.
They are not married or getting engaged,
they don’t need it and they are just fine.
They are better off than the rest
of our friends. One became a stripper with a
cocaine addiction; Two others, twins, play World
of Warcraft all day every day, they didn’t even graduate
high school. One got so drunk he died of alcohol poisoning
Three years in college with life
planned ahead…It all just seems pointless to me
my friends didn’t go far in what we all think is important in life
but they had open minds, understanding and most of all
an Indomitable Spirit, they could not be bent to society.
I may not be any better than a dog who knows a few tricks.