Kylene Kristoff was our girl. Or was it Kayleen Kristofferson? Something like that.
She was blond like the movies and she smiled a lot. Superwhite like Elmer’s glue and we were
twice as stuck
She had her crew and we had ours. We’d play near them at recess and pretend to trip over
gopher holes
until we actually tripped and broke our collar bone.
Back in the principal’s office waiting to be taken to the hospital.