poem of the day 09.12.14

on her knees

i thought

that i was supposed

to sit on her knees

fourteen years-old

and i was the fattest kid in the place

some weeklong summer camp

that my parents sent me to for future leaders

i didn’t want to be a leader

future or otherwise

but i didn’t want to be lead

still i thought

that i was supposed to sit on her knees

jenny clemente

the cutest girl in the place

it was some kind of trust exercise

so i started making fat jokes

because i was good at doing that

i was a born leader at making fat jokes

i made the fat jokes

before someone could make them for me

jenny kept giving me a look

that i didn’t understand

most people laughed when i made fat jokes

it gave me an inflated sense of self despite my girth

but jenny looked sad

her leadership skill had to be her empathy

when it was time to do the trust exercise

it was jenny who had to sit on my knees

for a minute or two

her warm ass cheeks just resting there

while i wondered if they did things like this

in the white house

but then it hit me

shit, she thought that i was making fat jokes

about her

god i felt so bad

i knew that i had to establish a détente

when the exercise was over

i tapped jenny on the shoulder

and said, i’m….

but she gave me the finger

then walked over to the other side of the room

toward this guy she’d been flirting with all week

mike kosinski

he was the cutest boy in the place

jenny whispered something in his ear

then the two of them stared me down

my very own power couple

looking like they wanted to bomb my fat ass

back into the stone age.