We’re here again, the empty classroom drenched in light
& the songs from the jukebox winding down the hallway.
Little arsonist, sylph-girl, you’re gorgeous when you’re flushed,
Leaning against the wall with matchstick light in your eyes.
You’re reading “Jabberwocky” in science class & with that
Sweet lilt, you make nonsensical poetry sound sensical.
I’m watching you from the blackboard & all I can think about
Is the way your floral miniskirt matches your perfume.
You steep the morning in the scent of cherry-vanilla
& it makes me lightheaded when you smile like that,
Perfectly careless with your little lipsticked mouth.
The most important things I learn in science class
Will be the anatomy of an outstretched hand,
The chemistry of attraction, the physics of magnetism,
& how you shouldn’t chase things that will never be yours.
In every scene & daydream, I reach out
but darling, I still can’t grasp you.
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