They herded us outside, onto the football field
for a pep rally,
which is really just a chaos of noise.
Some seniors dyed their hair in the school colors, and
freshmen brought silly string to squirt from the highest bleachers.
It floated down on our heads.
Liz came to sit beside me,
pushing smaller kids out of her way and
picking at a zit she’s named
My Brother’s Annoying College Girlfriend Is Coming to Town.
Reaching into the air and grabbing some silly string,
Liz shoved it into her pocket and said, “I’m putting this
in her spaghetti.”