In third grade my science teacher
Was so excited to cut short the class
To give way to a grand show up there—
The solar eclipse.
It happens once in a century, she said.
So I sat with my crush on the grass,
Looked up the sky, and counted the ways
I’d been fooled into believing that
It was a spectacular sight.
Nothing was spectacular about anything
Natural happening within five minutes.
Then again, a child believes everything.
The boy holding her crush’s hands
While having a hard-on—
That was even more spectacular.