Today, I forgot my textbooks on the desk at home.
Always forgetting something.
Our Maths teacher
mocks me with a skinny, mock-stern
finger.
One of her eyes
is permanently looking
down at her nose
from an accident on the shore. It resembles a marble.
She tried to follow the boat of an old lover.
When she fell, rocks to a glass house, her right eye was shattered.
When I was thirteen,
I caught her with a coach
on top of her desk. Her fingers trailed behind him
and entered there.
Never spotted,
but I've always remembered the act between rabbits.
Hurry to class.
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Today, while licking his thumb and flipping through papers,
he tells me happy birthday.
Dinner tonight wouldn't be the best, but how about coffee?
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While the cups are still too hot to touch,
he cups his hands around my ears. A habit that I hate.
His kiss is too rough.
