Fainting Goat

My day is done, so I sit here,

Under the stars, twinkling gleefully down at me

Still, the hot summer day lingers like a sticky residue on my skin

hoping she understands

that poem was a little hasty

i don't even know if she knows

how she feels

about me

hoping she understands

why i blush every time her name is mentioned

They sit in the back of the bus,

the shimmer of secrecy ignited in their eyes,

her head in his lap, his hands in her hair,

her lips twisted in that sickening smile. My neck aches 

from looking behind me, and my