Circle, circle. Dot, dot.

Recess. You’re six. The boys chase the girls. Circle, circle. Dot, dot. Now you’ve got the cootie shot. A little tyke named Chad chases a girl, Jessica. Down the slide. Across the monkey bars. Over the tires. Up the stairs. He catches her. Panic. Circle, circle. Square, square. Now you’ve got them everywhere. The game is simple. Boys chase girls. A moment in playground history. No one’s been caught before. This hasn’t been planned. Neither know what to do. Jessica acts. Grabs Chad’s arm. The arm that caught her. The arm that’s holding her. Bites. Hard. He yelps. Circle, circle. Knife, knife. Now you’ve got it all your life. He looks at her. Accuses. Runs away. Chase ensues. Capture. Threat. “If you ever tell anyone I’ll bite you again.”

I never was good at flirting. Circle, circle. Fire, fire. Now your shot will never expire.