Tippi can't stand clowns.
Dragon is terrified of cockroaches
and Mom of mice.
Dad pretends to be fearless,
though I've seen him flinch when the mail arrives
seen him hide
hospital bills and parking tickets under
stacks under junk mail and old newspapers
in the hall.
It's eyes I despise
and the probability that I'm
another person's nightmare.
So when Yasmeen opens the door to our homeroom
and every head
I grab Tippi's right wrist
like I always do when
'Welcome! Welcome to Hornbeacon!' the teacher
doing everything she can to sound natural.
Yasmeen groans, leads us to some seats at the back.
And the whole way there we are
followed by a field of open mouths,
thirty pairs of bugging-out eyes,
and one hundred percent pure