tracked me down,
a schlumpy, Mexican freshman,
to retrieve
the carnation and note
intended for
her boyfriend, the quarterback,
who just happened
to share my name.
With eyes averted,
I handed her
the torn-open envelope
which contained
her delicate cursive:
“I want to suck
your big brown machine.”
Welcome to high school.
[Written for #MeetingTheBar at dversepoets.com - it's Brian's birthday, so write him a present!]
