Bella

She sure flirts with him too,

Touches his shoulder and laughs uproariously

Just as you spot them together outside.

And sure, you find her long, blond hairs

All over his sweater, jacket, and backpack,

Which you stand holding while he runs back inside

To say goodbye.

Unsure, you hang up the phone

When you hear her background banter,

A tinkling chandelier

Moved by a brusquely closed door.

When he has to borrow money

Because he bought her lunch.

When he already has plans for Saturday

Night.

So you figure if you give him your body

This Friday when he has no plans,

Maybe he’ll let you read his poems,

Pick your little brother up from little league,

Already know what pizza toppings you want.

So why the surprise on Monday

when he lends her his car?