Frank Mills + 50

                          May 1966 issue of Rave Magazine

Fifty years ago, I met Frank Mills

On September 12th, right here,

In front of (what used to be) the Waverly.

God, did he adore me!

But I was a mess.

His kids have kids now, I bet

(Like mine do).

They like disco and death metal,

Not the Beatles,

And they shave their hair

Until they’re smooth down there

Front and back.

I married

The singer who knocked me up

And then I walked out on him.

And now I live in Park Slope

Where toddlers wear crash helmets.

I buy food online

And clothes on credit

And Medicare won’t cover the pain

So I

Binge watch

Charlie’s Angels.

I keep trying to see

If Frank’s on Facebook

So that I can friend him.

I was finicky once;

Now I’m not hard to please.

All those random years and I

Can’t recall three back to back.

Just 

Him.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

9/12/16