Tuesday 3 April 2018

wood swim


The teacher asks if any of us have ever experienced unrequited love. I am too embarrassed to say or do anything other than lower my head to an appropriate level where I won’t draw attention to the fact that I am lowering my head. I stare into the patterns of the faux wood desk and wish I could swim in them.
      
           weariness
          on the other side of a door
         nothing and the moon

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