Last year
I tried to convince my four friends
three named Kelly
(and another guy)
to go by Preston & the KKK
– because of their relative names
and initials.
They weren’t too into my little suggestion
and now
the joke isn’t funny anymore.

Last year
such a reference seemed distant
either by years or miles
from the life I led.
It still seems somewhat distant
but I fear
it seems
to be getting closer.

I think the name was in bad taste anyway
whether insulated from its reality or no
so I’m glad they opted to ignore me
last year.
I don’t know
what will happen about any of this
next year.