bauhaus fan?

national poetry writing month 2025, day 1

i saw an old friend
standing against a brick wall
cigarette in hand
like it was a different time
(i don't see people smoking cigarettes that often any more)

i waved and walked up to her
getting closer to the smell of smoke
that reminded me of being in my 20s
standing against a brick wall
cigarette in hand—
a different time

leather jacket, doc martens
and a bauhaus tee
the band, not the school

"gropius fan?" i remarked,
mistaking her shirt for the school
not the band

she stared at me blankly
and then smiled
"oh i don't listen to them, i thrifted this"