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I run into a former co-worker

& we talk a bit about life.

He’s split from his wife

and lost his house.

Damn, it’s been awhile

I think to myself

& then he asks me

if I’m still writing

for the wrestling magazine.

Let’s open a can of worms.

I had forgotten, quite gratefully,

about all that shit.

I used to be a correspondent

for a wrestling magazine.

I’d write results

From the cards I attended.

But, of course,

I’m now a serious literary writer.

I need to suppress info like that.

I wouldn’t want it 

getting out and becoming known.

I’ll be the laughing stock

of the literary world.

People will be like,

“Pssst, see that guy?

He wrote for a wrestling rag.”

I’d have to hang 

my head in shame.

I’d have an uphill battle 

to regain the respect of my peers.

I’m not sure why it matters

but no doubt it does.

I’ll be paying hush money

to keep this thing quiet.

Oh, how the follies of youth

come roaring back 

to haunt us later in life.