it was in the lunch line

she called me the night before and told me
she was lying on satin sheets in her bed room
i heard laughter in the back ground

the next day i said hello to her in the lunch line
i tried to look as non chalant as possible
reaching probing in the ice box for
a strawberry icecream sandwhich
my palm was glowing, clinching the sandwhich
as fumes of dry ice like smoke hovered in my palm
i was sweating
she sheilded her eyes from meeting mine
and I heard her girlfriends laughing behind her

i had big ambitions,a 7th grader wasnt supposed to talk to
an eighth grader, especially not one with satin sheets
the next week i asked her to the eighth grade dance
soundly put, I was rejected