A collaborative poem about jerks. If you've ever been excluded, write a chapter here.
the lights from their cell phones
splotching their faces
the occasional buzz
of another text I didn't get
talking about how far they've gone with their boyfriends
"nobody's even been to first base with you?"
am I butt ugly or grossly deformed
and nobody bothered to tell me?
whispering stuff and then looking up at me
What's wrong with me?