Cheryl

The girl who shares my PE locker traded
tight sweaters for Empire-waist dresses.
Gym shorts tugged over a girdle.

 

One Saturday her boyfriend drove her to Tijuana.
Monday she returned to school,
tight skirt, no girdle.

 

Ziggy used a coat-hanger
in a gas station bathroom,
nearly bleeding to death.

 

Mickey doesn’t have a clue.