When I was eleven,
I sat on my front lawn
and she turned around and waived
as she walked down the street
with her friend on the way
to get Cokes at the gas
station at the end of the
block. I smiled, and later
told Luke that even though
I didn't really know her
I thought she liked me -
like liked me - when the truth
was I thought she
looked sort of nice
that day.
Seven years later, I
was at Kevin's party
standing in the corner,
not drinking a beer, as
Mike cradled a case under
his arm and asked me
how my parents were (I think
he was on speed). Then
she walked in, I
hadn't seen her in forever
because I think she had
dropped out (They said
her dad used to hit her).
She was smiling, but not
happy, and Mike leaned over
and said, "This girl is
a real whore, she'll blow anyone."