Latin class
Alphabetical seating.
Peterson, Nils.
Desk behind –
Plummer, Patience.
Amo, Amas, Amat.
Pageboy bob. Brown eyes.
Complexion – adolescent.
No words between us.
Her eyes burned holes
into my back.
Too great a gulf.
I’d skipped a grade,
she an older woman.
I did not know who I was
until she taught me desire
and then I did not know who I was.
earth loves the new
enough to kill the old, loves
spring enough to invite
winter, is kind enough
to give us autumn apples
to help some make it
through the long night
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