A Boys First Day
They taunt me one then the other
Push me—hurt pride—scattered books
Crying? Go cry to your mother
laughing with smug contemptuous looks
Dark musty locker room, stripping for gym
Shouting, snapping towels at each other’s rear
Vice principle comes by looking grim
His volcano erupts—we’re silent with fear
Growing into a body odd and disgusting
Face oily and breaking out
Cursed with tormented lusting
I give up—What’s this about?
My mother asks me over dinner that night
How was your first day of junior high?
Not wanting to upset her, I keep it light
It was even better than I hoped, I lie
6/4/22
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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