when the girl, the girl
everyone called
mouse.
came up to me on the school
bus
and asked me
to go steady.
she told the kid sitting
next to me
to get out, or else.
she sat down and proceeded
to tell me
that she liked me,
and wanted me to take
her to the ninth grade
prom
on Saturday night.
we were on our way to
the Gettysburg battlefields,
a school
field trip.
i was staring out at the cannons,
and wooden
fences,
imagining the dead
bodies
in blue and grey across
the fields.
the blood and gore of it all.
the mistakes each side
made, and then
the final surrender.
hey, the girl, said,
are you even
listening to me?
did you say something, mouse?
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