DO YOU FUCK WITH THEM?

a girl gang --
magic markers, baseball bats, crayons, knives, play dough,
don't go near the tire swing during recess.
can you make a shiv with a pencil sharpener's razor and a colored pencil?

the leader holds down a lone boy near the urinal
while two others block the entrance.
red curls fall in front of her face
as she kneels on scabby knees without wincing.
if you don't stop tattling...
bits of toilet paper stick to his tear soaked cheeks.
a long string of spit emerges from her mouth and  
      hovers over him, swaying like a spider.
open your mouth.

the principal is crooked.
sometimes he goes to the nurse's office for a long, long time
when he isn't even sick at all.
is a soda, warhead and a pack of pop rocks enough to make a bomb?

he cries and writhes around, sneakers squeaking on wet tiles.
they giggle like a flock of tiny vicious birds
hik-hik-hik-hik
and they’re hungry.
did he taste it? did he? did he taste it yet?
i think a teacher's coming,
his snot dribbles down towards his chin.

rumor has it,
jessa, becky, hannah, kelsie and sam knock out 1st graders teeth
and put them under their own pillows as a side business.
can you beat someone to death with a mitten full of sidewalk chalk?

a girl in black mary-janes kicks him
once in the stomach before
they all skip out of the bathroom.

aiden is left wondering what exactly
will happen
if he tattles.