Scouts
There was a boy even stranger than I was
who’d call me in the evening
to see if I’d come to Scouts. Something in me
hesitated. Then one morning
during eighth grade English we got hall passes
and did it in a stall in the bathroom
taking turns over the john,
as thrilling as clumsy.
We kept our secret.But he came to seem a targetaround that one-light town. The cut of his hairor the way he laughed, or
