girls huddle in the drive before lineup

wearing their clag-spattered jumpsuits

workboots caked like small golems

when the first april evening wafts through

they open their windows   shout

across the bogged lawn    shriek at hills

still hairy with bare trees    haw like donkeys

in the mess hall    drop plastic plates

stamp on smeared egg    their braying

shakes the whole vinyl-sided dorm

staff deduct points    assign extra chores

but they open their throats and bellow   oh

to be thisfuckingloud in the overheated schoolhouse

throwing dictionaries    yanking off doorknobs

hurling a desk at the wall    quaking the floorboards

like spring queens dancing the rage of it

until girl after girl is wrestled to the ground   

restrained and mudgutteral    staff clipboards are out

tonight's the deep freeze of cement time-out rooms

an icepatch of sorry and quiet   but you

good girl who threw nothing    thought screaming

was beneath you     sit alone in your dorm room 

watching the pale planet of yourself in the glass    heaving

the mud from your lungs    the snowmelt and thick of it