10:28 a.m.

US History teacher

throws scissors at PA system.

They come flying back toward students.

The principal had made

seven announcements in ten minutes.

10:28 p.m.

Glow-in-the-dark bowling


lint, teeth, shoelaces, bra, cat hair.

I pick at the lint and hair,

trying to get rid of the evidence.

10:35 a.m.

The teacher is done teaching.

We entertain ourselves.

I listen to my friend tell stories to classmates:

            "Caitlin was driving, and we hit a car!"

I correct her if she gets something wrong

or forgets a part:

            "And she only had her permit."

This is something only I can do.

10:35 p.m.

My friend embraces the retro mood.

A shirt cut below her shoulders,

tank top straps showing.

            A, B, C. It's easy as 1, 2, 3.

Her boyfriend goes for the waist.

10:49 a.m.

"If you were a whale, man,

you would love plankton!"

10:49 p.m.

In lane nine,

two girls' hips bump against each other,

friends before the hips were hips.

I watch. I am newer,

silver, while the other's gold.

The leftover ice cream melts on the booth.

It, too, glows green.