it
the way some people
need heroin.
I’M DEFINITELY
not going to English class.
Brianna is there.
Might as well skip PE, too.
And dance team practice is out.
Looks like I will spend
the whole day on the hallway.
Watching other kids,
wondering if their lives are
hopeless and screwed up like mine.
THE FINAL BELL RINGS
I stand to leave, but out on
the balcony I
see Darla Johnson pacing.
Is she waiting there for me?
She walks back and forth,
cocks her head, struts, preens. Looks through
the window. At me?
She’s the hawk on the sidewalk.
I’m the sparrow in the bush.
I sit back down and
instantly understand what
it feels like to know
you will soon be plucked apart
and eaten alive. Will she
leave my heart on the
sidewalk with the old, dry gum—
black spot on the quad—
or will she save it for her
dessert? I look at the clock.
My bus will soon be
leaving, but I suddenly
don’t want to go home.
My feet are glued to the floor.
I cannot leave the hallway.
DAVIS WALKS OUT
and Darla kisses his cheek.
He smiles and puts
his arm around her waist.
He doesn’t look miserable
and unhappy.
She was waiting for him,
not me.
To her I am dead.
To him I am dead.
It doesn’t matter.
I’ve decided.
I’m
never
ever
ever
going to leave
the hallway.
PART FOUR
T H E V I E W
F R M
T H E R F
Elijah
THE FAB
You can get to the roof of the FAB
by way of a fire ladder left from the days
when the building was a dormitory.
Or you can go inside the building,
find the unmarked door by the janitor’s closet,
and just walk up to the top. The door is
supposed to be locked, but the knob is old
and rusted and it doesn’t take much
to push your way through.
Bri and I opt for number two.
We don’t talk about it, we just walk
in silence to the FAB
when we hear the last bell ring.
When we get up on top, I look around
for hidden surveillance cameras. There
aren’t any, but I do see smashed beer cans,
a broken bong, and assorted condom wrappers.
I go to the edge and look down
at the yellow tape,
wondering why it’s there,
when the real tragedy
happened up here on the roof.
I smell something burning
and turn to see Bri sitting
by a metal box, lighting a cigarette.
“When did you start smoking?”
“What does it matter?”
“Seems like a strange habit for a health nut.”
“Just because I don’t want to consume
the rotting carcasses of dead animals
doesn’t mean I’m a health nut.”
As if to emphasize her point, she
picks up a tequila bottle and drinks
the dregs. She tries to look tough,
but her hand is trembling.
“We should have done something,”
I say, looking back at the quad,
where half the kids are scurrying to
buses. The other half don’t seem to be
in a hurry to leave. After all, this is where
the social scene is going down.
“What could we have done?”
“I don’t know. We should have been there for her.”
“I’m not the one who dumped my best friend to become a
Ravenette.”
“Were you jealous of her?”
“Not anymore.”
She flicks her cigarette away
and joins me at the edge of the roof,
looking down at the yellow tape.
“There isn’t a lot of room at the top,
and the farther up you go, the more
you have to decide which friends
you’re gonna leave behind. I didn’t
bail on her. She bailed on me.”
She turns and looks at me.
“For that matter, so did you.”
I take a step back.
“You were better off without me.
I was pretty messed up after Frankie died.”
Bri shrugs. “You dumped your friends
to be pathetic and depressed. I’ll give Ally credit.
At least she did it for popularity.”
BRIANNA LEAVES
and I sit down on the ledge to
think about what she said
as I watch kids scurry
to and fro.
A fight breaks out
near Vo-Tech.
Two girls make out
secretly.
A dead boy stands
yelling in the midst
of it all, and nobody
sees him