by Bryan Borland
Sixth grade stands out,
with Jay and his late-eighties hair,
the first boy in our class to discover
gels and spray and bathroom mirrors.
He was mean to me, jealous
because I was considered smarter,
because I made an appearance
on the television news
delivering the weather into homes
of the pretty little girls he loved.
I faked the results of the science experiment
that won me small-town media acclaim.
I faked the Valentine I chose for Jay that year,
Be My Friend
when I’m Yours hid in my backpack,
his name written then erased.
© Bryan Borland
*Inspired by this poem at Quid Pro Tau