When We Did Not Move or Speak, There Was No Proof That We Were There at All

My parents offered me one hundred and fifty dollars or a Varsity Jacket
To be adorned by my track and band Letters
In the form of a big, bright, orange «F»
It would have been a keepsake at best
Never worn or dressing my tiny high school frame
Like a uniform or an oath
So I took the money instead
Anyway, there were other things on my mind
A lack of plans and the view from the front seat of an '84 Caprice
As we sped up the highway to Miller Rd
Or the way your face would glow when you laughed
Cherry red braces matching cherry red cheeks