I haven�t seen you for five years, since the summer we got our degrees an moved south to the sun and the money � yours much more than mine, I admit. Did you know I was living in Philly? (London didn�t work out much for me.) Now they call you the �cad� and I�ve gone back to school. Now, you�re famous, I�m not, but I didn�t press �send.�
God�s sake, Bradley, what sort of reunion d�you think this would be? I�ve spent much of the week with your email. You�ve made it on my Eastern Seaboard! � well, not mine (you know what I mean) � and I�m jealous, believe it or not, that you�re �yum� and I�m not; that your name�s in the paper � mine�s not; that I never knew Claire. You, a lawyer! And infamous lover! I�m not. Don�t press �send.�
Matthew Hart
The author, a Ph.D student at the University of Pennsylvania, comes from Manchester, England. He studied at the University of Edinburgh, where he knew Bradley Chait, sender of the infamous �Brad the Cad� e-mail messages.
This is the sixth in a year-end series of commissioned poems based on Inquirer headlines. This one was based on an editorial titled �Claire�s mistake.�