The girl who plays piano before me
has A and F written on her
navy blue sweatpants
and spends
two hundred dollars
on a homecoming dress.
She reads
The Great Gatsby
as I stumble through
Rachmaninoff.
I want to say,
“How is it? I read it last year
in American Lit.”
But what do I know?
I’m just a band geek
who can’t afford A and F clothes
and spends $30
on a homecoming dress.
