The Chase
by Antoinette
Lately I鈥檝e been looking for the Laughter instead of the Answers
because schoolboys use to chase the girls
with cicada shells
and smuggle them into their pigtails at lunch
it鈥檚 schoolboy logic to think
that chasing her with this crunchy insect鈥檚 carcass
could make her heart race right into a crush
to think that the cicada shell might otherwise be
the cocoon of a caterpillar
(it was the closest he鈥檇 come to giving her butterflies)
but his chase made her a runaway
so when the girl came crying to her parents at pick-up
What could the teacher say except, first, the good news
is there anything more incriminating
than nonchalance
it was cute then but
only a child, innocent as a papercut,
wears his ego like a cap back to front
even then his long wooden nose will get burnt
and aren鈥檛 I too old now
haven鈥檛 I graduated from
combing through the signs
to look for cicada shells like they鈥檙e nits
that鈥檚 why I鈥檓 glad that you鈥檙e older now and less afraid
to let your laughter glow in the dark
let your words be obvious and snug
like a love letter sliding into an envelope
听
still, I find myself watching your movements
for all the things you never say
in case that schoolboy in you never ran away
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