Please and Thank You

I pretended not to make eye contact
with either of you at the bar.
It was nice to finally meet him face-to-face,
isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?
You introduced us,
but I was fine not saying hello.
He and I had no genuine embrace,
no friendly handshake, conversation,
nor laughs, as if we were meant
to be friends.
But I knew his face and name already
from dance pictures hanging near your bed
in your dorm room—
I felt he was watching me when I used to
come on your bare breasts.
I reminded him that I knew who he was
when I kissed you on the cheek, goodbye.
I shook his hand and another time it happened:
I’m just some nice guy you knew from undergrad
that he has conveniently never heard about.
I’d almost rather that he knew
that I fucked you
five years ago.