he was sitting on the bench
by the front of the building,
waiting to see virginia.
when she got to school, she
saw him, a bouquet of flowers
crushed in his hand under the
weight of—
sierra, her arm draped over him
as they chatted.
it was just a conversation.
it was the girl that had cornered her.
she shoved against the ground,
launching herself away and running home.
