Poetry: Prom By Matt Mercado
Prom
I suppose
high school prom
was the
worst night
of my
adolescence.
I stood in
the gymnasium
watching
all the pretty people
step out
of their pretty cars,
pose for
pretty pictures
in pretty
dresses,
pretty
suits,
pretty
little everythings,
while I
stood
alone in
the corner,
laughing
to myself
because
everyone had someone
and I
had asked
four girls
the
previous week.
So I
watched everyone dance
while the
teachers
watched me
not dance,
until one
came over
and said,
“Boy,
go find
yourself a gal.”
But I kept
laughing
with my
acne scarred face,
my
butchered haircut,
and a
rented suit
watching
all the boys
put their
hands
around the
waists of girl
who all
said
they
weren’t going.
Matt Mercado is a writer based out Potomac, Maryland who focuses heavily on relationships, failures, and the oddities of people and everyday life. He spends much of his free time with his two year old son and cat Jelly Bean.