Something hums in me, in here,
At the sight of these
The girl jox.
So ok, all right, maybe it isn't exactly my heart
That goes a little tilt, a little faint
When I'm around all those ponytails and high fives...
Guy jox are like too-loud music,
But girl jox are like baby bear's frappuccino--
Girl jox, where do you go
After the game,
After Pizza Hut,
After torturing ones such as I
With your golden
Home with each other, I suppose--
Or to a boyfriend? Say it ain't so!
But never to the starstruck poetess
With the glasses and the library card;
Never to the girl with the black-cat remove,
And the chalk lines drawn around
photo: Jessica Mendoza