My Red Rose, or Miss 338A

You sure know how to make a memory.

You'll always stay in the back of my mind,

Right next to that time I fell off my bike

Almost on top of road-kill ground-squirrel–

I never miss it;

I rarely regret it;

I'll never forget it.

You gave me lessons about life,

A short-story I never did write,

and the most awkward, most uncomfortable

Six minutes and thirty-two seconds of my life.

It's about time I thanked you,

Or maybe it's a decade too late.

I hope you read this.

I pray you don't.

Sincerely, Mr. Ninth of February, 2004