Fundraiser
Not sure if anyone else noticed
the green and orange tattoo
of a demon’s fiery skeleton
clawing down the one man’s neck,
or the other’s silver-tinted sunglasses
even though the gym had been darkened
for our annual parents-only sock hop.
I was on my second plate of nachos
when the one rolled a used Schwinn
I had leaned against the auction block
into the multicolored strobe-lit dance floor
while the other attacked the cash box
and would have made it down the stairwell
had it not been for Cornelia Henderson
blocking the exit with her holiday harvest
jumbo chocolate extravaganza fruit basket.

