friends and saw that if we were a continent
unto ourselves, Elaine would be the north pole and
Denise would be the south and I would be somewhere
in the middle, trying to navigate all that space in
between.
Slumber Party
We are at Skyler Reeves’s house
watching Maggie Cartwright’s dad’s copyof
Showgirls
which could be fun if it weren’t so embarrassing.
Denise has spent half the night
hiding in the bathroom,
because sometimes she gets that way
around more than three people.
When I ask Elaine
if she thinks Denise is alright,
Elaine shrugs and says,
Sometimes Denise is sucha freak
and Skyler Reeves laughs.
Elaine acts cool and won’t look at me.
But what she doesn’t say
is that her half brother is in jail
and Skyler Reeves’s mom is on her fifth marriage
and Maggie Cartwright likes being spanked
and I am what I am
so basically
that makes us all freaks,
doesn’t it?
Everyone Else
After the movie,
we all lay out our sleeping bags
and Skyler and Maggie start
talking about what happened
at the Senior Prom last night,
telling stories about high school girls
like Lisa Tavorino and Kelly Barnes
and Jenny Arnold and Jenny Able
as if they were movie stars.
Even my sister’s name comes up once or twice
and Dinah says,
She’s so pretty
, as if
I were somehow not aware of this fact.
Skyler and Elaine and Maggie are
so ready to become those girls
and then there’s Denise,
who’s still hiding in the bathroom,
and as for me, all I know
is that even though high school is only
three weeks and an entire summer away
it still feels like it’s a faraway land of
them
and I will forever be living
in the same old hometown of
me
.
The Jennys
The story goes that Jenny, homespun girl,
hopped onstage during the Prom last night
and started singing with the band.
Jacked-up on the fervor of fifteen,
drunk Jenny sang the girl-part of a duet,
didn’t notice her boyfriend’s hand
loitering on another Jenny’s thigh.
High school seems filled with Jennys,
most of them hiding out as Jennifers,
others as easy-access Jens,
but these two—Jennys to the core.
They’ve spent the year ruling popularity contests
and baffling teachers with their identical penmanship.
They discovered beer and marijuana
and that’s when the trouble started:
one Jenny liked Budweiser,
one liked smoking out on the cliff.
One Jenny has her hair tipped black,
the other wears Mike Shaw’s letterman’s jacket.
Last night, so the story goes, they were at the samedumb dance,
one Jenny onstage, the other by the lockers.
They took turns kissing the same boy:
a beer jock, more Jenny’s type
than Jenny’s, but it’s not about the kissing anymore.
It’s about the fierceness of the name,
the matching J’s and A’s on
every science quiz for the past eight years,
the feathered hair, the push
to get Paula off the cheerleading squad,
and the countless after-school hours spent
making high school what it is,
making sure no other Jennifer
dares to call herself Jenny again.
The Hole in the Door
I come home from Skyler’s to learn
that last night, after my sister’s curfew
had not only been broken
but smashed into a million little pieces,
my dad went into her room
and tore down all her posters
and threw her sluttiest shoes in the trash
and drilled a lock on her door,
but he was so mad it fell off
and now there’s just a hole there.
Tonight, my dad came into the living room
where I was doing everything I was supposed to do
and he said,
Penny, don’t ever be like your sister
because no good can come of it
.
He told me I only had one life to live
and I’d better not ruin it
the way she was ruining hers.
Then he headed out to the garage
to hit things with other things
and I went upstairs and knelt outside my sister’s door.
I looked through the little “o” my father made
and I could see Tara in there,
lying with her legs up against the wall,
scribbling in her