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     “Girl’s Bathroom Stall”
 
She sat in
the stall
of the
high school
bathroom
trying to
remember
the life she
use to have
as an unnoticed
wide eyed
freshmen
girl
able to wear
mismatching
clothes
and hang out
with whoever
she wanted
most of her
friends
back then
she had
since
childhood
now she rarely
even gives them
a wave
or a nod
when they pass
in the halls,
she knows
she has
changed
becoming a
completely
different
person
then the one
she use
to be
but who she
is now
need only
drop
a text
that she’s
bored
and the Hottest
guys
and Coolest
girls
will be lining
up options
for her to
choose from
each hoping
it’s theirs
that she
decides
to pick,
she looks at
the various
markings
on the bathroom
stall walls
left behind
by her fellow
students
a couple of
which
are quite funny
but mostly just
gross
along with a
picture
that was made
with a fine point
Sharpie
that she’s not
so sure
she wants to
know
what it’s all
about,
she wants to
say
she wishes
things
never changed
comfortably
lost in the
crowd
with that same
select group of
friends
as she walks
between classes
but she likes
being noticed
being seen in
the light of
popularity
getting invited
to all the
limited access
parties
people listening
to her
when she speaks
and asking about
her look
as she goes
by
one that she
has put in
a lot of time
to cultivate,
but on certain
days
the weight
that it carries
seems to suffocate
her
bringing her
back
to fifteen
this bathroom
stall
and a simpler
world,
she pulls a
short length
of tissue paper
off the securely
encased roll
on the wall
and folds it
into a neat
square
then pats her
damp eyes
it wouldn’t be
right
for a Varsity
Cheerleader
to be caught
crying
then she stands
up
drops the
tissue
into the bowl
and flushes
her tears
away
she opens the
stall door
checking her
eyes
as she washes
her hands
before standing
in front of
the large
bathroom
mirror
checking the
package
she’s presenting
today
the tailored cut
of her tight
fitting
Varsity whites
hug her body
accenting the
lines
that draw her
the looks
when she walks
down
the high school
halls
she gives the
mirror
a little smile
flashing her
teeth
that are framed
by her perfect
tan
as if posing
for a cheer,
she’s happy
with the well
manicured
reflection
she gets back
so she
takes a deep
breath
keeps on the
smile
and heads off
late
to class…
 
     Tom Allen…08-18-2018…