i'd convinced myself that maybe if i
dated someone else
i'd get over her.

so i asked claire out,
she's the girl who the other cheerleaders
threw into the air during the football games.
she was irrelevant
i wasn't into her.

maybe i was just trying to make
Bonnie jealous
because even as my arm was slung around someone else,
i found myself glaring at Gap's newest playtoy

and the way she smiled at him,
her blonde hair sleeked back, newly dyed blue tips standing out
against my flannel.

"Clyde, are you even paying attention to me?"