Just Say No
We all wore T-shirts that matched the White House lawn,
grass so green it looked like a music video.
When the First Lady arrived, we stood at the same time—
in unison, our teacher called it—as we had practiced
all that week. Nancy Reagan wore her usual shoulder pads.
My best friend Reese ate Reese’s Pieces, pretending
they were pills, first browns then yellows and oranges.
We all held green balloons—aloft, our teacher said,
which meant up high. There were some words about
peer pressure and children’s futures precious as a string
of pearls. An eighth grader read a poem about powder.
We all said no to horse and mary jane. Jenna Goodwin
let go of her balloon. Too soon, our teacher said.
A girl from Blessed Sacrament threw up her lunch.
A boy from Murch—who knew about such things—
untied the latex opening of his balloon and gulped
at helium, his voice diluted cloud, floating away.