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

by Nils Peterson

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