the lying was simple at first:
"I'm going over girl name's house
and we'll paint eachothers toenails
and sip grape juice in pink plastic cups".
and when the cellphone rang, and
she whispered hush to the boy next to her it
"I'm in the movies seeing PG-13
so I'll call you when it's over".
sometimes it was harder to explain
when the tags started disappearing from the clothes,
"brand name was having a huge
sale and I just couldn't resist and I know
I haven't worked in a while but it's alright,
I'm not spending too much money".
but it crashed when his smoked-up voice
came over the receiver
"Don't stop now, baby. Get off the
fing phone now".
your mother heard the intensity and
put it all together even when you tried to explain,
"sport has been wicked hard and I
fell in practice yesterday and that's why I
have bruises on my neck, don't worry".
and you promised yourself only one more
guilty little pleasure and said contritely,
"I'll never do it again. I swear."