TWO TIMES THE GIRL
Too tall of a girl flying off the yellow bus.
Same bleach-sparkled shirt,
pushes Clara (who she desperately wants to be friends with)
spits into the grass, and
since she’d wrinkled a good impression,
spits again ‘cuz she knows I hate it.
But she’s got a joker crazy smile, holds
her gum half way out
says, You wanna piece?
I’m good, I smile and
high five a how are you,
as a little boy asks what’s for snack.
You’re ugly, she tells him.
Kicked off the bus for fighting.
Kicked off computers for pushing,
Myspace-ing, You Tube-ing, and writing YOU SUCK on everybody’s screens.
Kicked outta home ‘cuz her mama
can’t get between her daughter and a drink
and a father can’t father from prison.
And this morning she didn’t have time
to grease her hair down
so she is two times the girl she usually is.
A story big enough to get lost in
and she is trying to tame it, pull it back
in case someone might
She is beautiful, and I tell her so.
Her eyes look left as she comes out of hiding,
stops breathing for three seconds
while she decides
what kind of beautiful
she wants to be.