i met a guy in the movie stacks at the library today named reggie,
reggie douglas. he felt he knew me, he has my first name in the middle of his.
talked about this mysterious influx of scandinavian mystery, he 
said, i know, i lived there ten years, avoiding the american war on vietnam.
he came back six years in and left directly, though with amnesty,
it was too loud.
like me he was missing some teeth, and smiling. 
he said he liked my patched jeans. 
he reminded me of me. to a degree, reggie.