Escapades

        Escapades

Settled in my seat in math

Hot under the roar of the vent

I saw an opportunity

Sarah’s red hair harkened me

With a small piece of college ruled paper

I applied a generous amount of saliva

My mouth was warm and the spit clung

To the edges of the fleck of paper

With my only blue rubber band

I lunged a spit ball into that unruly hair

She didn’t flinch

I continued my escapade

Stingy wads of paper littered her red hair

The classroom erupted, the teacher chuckled

Sarah knew the attention was on her

As she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out twelve spit balls

I was complimented on my ingenuity

The next day Sarah sat behind me

She doused me with powder   

I but a ghostly fool surrendered that Tuesday