She walks in:
The twirling of hair,
Fingers moving and pinching.
I kissed a boy—
A circus boy.
A traveler—
He’s leaving tomorrow.
Sitting in this classroom—
I wonder.
Baked goods—
Wrapped in Ceran.
Pen to hand—
Hand to pen..paper to pen.
A bright vibrating neon green phone—
Calling her out, asking her questions.
A hair pull—
The twirling continues.
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