CarrollBlog 6.11

Annual

by Robyn Sarah

The yearbooks are out today, with the ink

barely dry on their gleaming pages,

the faint puke-smell of the new bindings.

On the bus, shagged and curly heads converge over

the disappointing spread of candid shots

on center facing pages - random snaps

where everyone who matters is blurred or too tiny

or was looking the wrong way when the shutter clicked,

and after they've each checked out their own

and each other's mug shots, and those of an acknowledged

hunk or two