There was a guy.
I saw him once
and fell in love.
I was young,
but not so young
I didn’t know.
I pushed a guy
down the stairs for him.
He could’ve died,
but he didn’t,
and the other guy
asked me out,
cuz he thought
it was cool
that I took up for him.
I danced with him,
swaying hips, bare belly.
He said I was beautiful.
My sister
called me a slut
and I ran away.
His former girlfriend
called me a slut
and I grabbed her
by the hair.
We rolled around
on the ground.
My sister started
to tell the guy off,
but caught his scent
and started sniffing him too.
There was something
about the guy,
a smell, a spell
something that made
all the girls go limp.
My sister told lies
to keep me away
while she swooped in
and taught him math.
You know, one plus one
and all that.
I saw them
in a geometric position
and ran away.
Our friends say
it’s not love,
but magic.
We only know
we’d give our lives
for this boy,
or take someone’s
if they thought to
wrong him.
My sister took
a rocket launcher
to high school
to put a hole
in the principal
in his name.
I lay down
on the railroad tracks
to express my devotion.
My sister saved me
from the train
because she still loved me too.
And two friends
nabbed the jacket
that gave the boy his power,
as love fell away
just like it never was.
I felt a fool, but
my sister reminded me
that one day I’ll be
a fool for real love.