by Laura Willwerth
This little girl hides in the stacks reading chapter books. Three boys walk up and fidget. They stand in a semicircle around her seat, surrounding her head with their navels. They put hands in pockets and take them back out.
What’s your name?
It’s you, it’s totally you.
You did it with him in a shed. You did it. He told us.
What it is: it’s when they touch you with their things. Below their grubby jackets, boys grind their stocky fingers in their pockets.
You did it in a shed.
And your head was banging up against a shovel.
Boys thrust their bulgy thumbs down in their pockets.
It’s totally you. You told us your name.