Gaps

It's Friday, and springtime
and the little boys cluster
round the school window
and shout the scandal in high glee:
"They're kissing!"

Don't ask me why
teens make out in driveways
facing grade schools,
careless of propriety.

Once in a while,
naked barbie couple
surfaces in microwave,
or tyke says that word--
apparently, no age is safe.

While stacking blocks, a student claims,
"We're each other's true love,"
then dissolves in laughter.
"Well," he concedes, "she's my like.
Can she be my like?"

Don't ask me--
home schooled, purity-culture
alien that I am--
I don't know.