The Crossover

Mostly everyone

in class applauds,

congratulating me

on being selected

as the Junior High MVP

by the Daily News.

Everyone except

Miss Sweet Tea:

YOU’RE MEAN, JOSH!

And I don’t know why

they gave you that award

after what you did to Jordan.

JERK!

JB looks at me.

I wait for him to say something, anything

in defense of his only brother.

But his eyes, empty as fired cannons,

shoot way past me.

Sometimes it’s the things that aren’t said

that kill you.