Part II Tenth Grade
Part II
TENTH GRADE
I’d trace a line
down your neck,
following the curve of your shoulder to your hand,
and I’d close my eyes,
imagining your fingers wrapped around mine,
pulling me away from the staleness of where I exist.
I’d trace a line from you to me.
Connecting us.
A string.
And I’d never let go.
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