Four of us, three time zones,
one photograph of a very bad haircut
from a wedding nobody enjoyed.
We are not the people in that picture.
We have mortgages and opinions about mattresses.
But the joke still lands in under a second,
which means some circuit laid down at nineteen
is still carrying current, and will,
long after the haircut is forgiven.
This a fake test poem created by First Verse - it will be deleted at launch
