I grew up Taking my best friends to School dances Arms linked, cheeks hurt from Laughing because Her frame, heightened by the tall heels Pulled me all over her, stumbling A peck on the cheek, show off for the Ticket sellers, Discounted couple's tickets, girls piling in one after another Sometimes with a real date on their arm
Everyone did it, we never thought there was something wrong
Wishful thinking, on my part, that she ever did it for more than the price.
My school dances were filled with grinding teenagers and superficial love. I went to as many as I could.