in the high school hallway saw two
latino girls thin as fingernails
figting against lockers
while the crowd grew around them--
free show, see,
everybody's got cable, right?
but this was live--
i tried to separate the chicas
glued as uno,
and with the help of the football coach
(without whom i'd be gone-o)
they were dos again,
taken
downstairs to
the cops
but who knows what who'll see
tomorrow?
i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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