Prom

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Blythe Baird - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Prom

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On the night of senior prom, we will splash cold water onto our faces like alarm clocks and smear liquefied Photoshop over our noses. We will dust our pores with powder perfection, brush a chalky pink flirt on the apples of our cheeks, comb eyelashes stiff with charcoal warnings, clamping with metal until they are an obedient fringe. Nash will execute some kind of voodoo magic on my hair and repeatedly tell me to stop wiggling. Brenna will run around with safety pins and a tiny sewing kit. Alexa will show up late as hell and strikingly resemble Christina Aguilera. Inevitably, Haley will yell at her mother while her mother solicits everyone to try her cream-cheese infused strawberries. I will pose on the stone patio with posture that has taken me four years to accumulate. I will wear a dress that my mom thinks says too much about me but I will wear it anyways because I know dresses cannot speak. A boy will rest his hands on my hips and I will smile and he will smile and his parents will take our picture because my parents will probably not be there. I will get in a minivan with the only people who have seen my hearts blooper reel, the deleted scenes, the forgotten lines, and stayed. At dinner, we will press our napkins into our laps and laugh and laugh and laugh because we are in high school and everything is so funny.

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  • Blythe Baird