As the rain is drumming against the pavement
I hurdle over
The clenched arms
Of couples kissing before class
Whispering into each other's mouths
"I'll miss you"
Please keep your pants on
You'll see each other in one hour
Assistant principal
Pushing people to class
Sweeping halls
Like the NSA
Sweeping Sarah Palins email
Swerving around students stalling
In the center of the hall
Screen shooting
Their recently opened snapchats
Bulldozing my way through
High school cliques
Huddled around that cute boys locker
I finally make it to physical science
And I'm wondering
If god passed physical science