High School

Spread semen on a sleeve. 

Smear it against

a cheerleader

passed in the hall -- 

Better than zero.

Fail to take

the silence as a sign

to kiss

and never look back. 

Be the early bird,

Drink the worm. 

Twist in the wind

thinking

this spinning

Gives a glance

of once before

and where to next. 

There’s always another

Test looming. 

Whisper hello

so no one hears.

In a quiet classroom

Raised hands proclaim

Knowing the answer,

Though the pop quiz

Tends to prove

Otherwise.