Popcorn

Maybe we're the ones 

who grew up on our iPads then 

our phones, 

the ones who teach our teachers 

how to use their screens,  

the ones 

We're eating lunch

and someone says your name

and he asks

how is she anyway?

There's an orchestra in my heart

that's playing just for you

and playing happy now

because they care.

My bluntstones are muddy

and kicked off

on the floor

my feet are tucked underneath me

we're on our way home.

We drive by the yellow car

that's too broken to go anywhere

but it's hill

The science teacher showed your writing 

as an example in class today 

and even though 

he cut off the name, I knew 

it was you. 

The way you make your y's and f's 

The girls drum their fingernails

Lightly

Not like real drumming

More like timid rain.

Their nails extend

Two nail lengths past