Hot boys, she says, are likeice cream
In a huge ice cream parlor.
There are too many flavors
And toolittle time. They have jeans
Worn like the back of my red Chevy
Fogging upthe window and clouding my vision
Of police lights and the man at mywindow.
I say I disagree about the ice cream flavors
Because I like vanillaand nothing else.
So I tell her I'll take it and sit in my room
With my icecream and keep my flavors limited
And the windows to my car clear.
In a huge ice cream parlor.
There are too many flavors
And toolittle time. They have jeans
Worn like the back of my red Chevy
Fogging upthe window and clouding my vision
Of police lights and the man at mywindow.
I say I disagree about the ice cream flavors
Because I like vanillaand nothing else.
So I tell her I'll take it and sit in my room
With my icecream and keep my flavors limited
And the windows to my car clear.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the October 2002 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
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