You would suppose that the desire for revenge gets stale

At least I would have thought

That the passage of time washes out anger, fades the acid

Of my memory, that

I could be nonchalant, shrug and

Let bygones, you know

But instead I google his name, Stewart Reichlyn

Track his whereabouts, stalk him computer-wise

If i haven’t confused him with someone else I find that

He is married and lives in Arizona

I contemplate emailing his wife.

I found a photo of him from 1962, the year it happened

He is standing with his lacrosse team

Looking beautiful

And I remember seeing him that first time

Oh my god, I was so stupid

And what he did to me

Was so very bad

That now, almost 60 years after the event

My anger is still

Vivid and hot

And I still want revenge