AFTER A FASHION
Big shot senior
wouldn't let me wear his ruffled shirt
so in a fit of teen pique, I
messed up his closet. Boy was he mad.
I lay stretched on my orange bedspread
listening to the Cubs lose another game
when he stormed in all bellbottoms and bangs,
fuck yous and fists.
I ducked and covered, tasted blood,
invited bruises, then bawled
a short forever
not for any damage incurred
but because earlier that week I broke
his school record
after busting out the shoulders
of his best paisley number.
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