girlhood crush, regressing

girlhood crush, regressing,
he now seems
that one cool boy who sleeps
through philosophy
(the intro class)
with the teacher who
never turns around
unless that dream of falling
snaps the boy awake
with a crash

he seems now
a distant pair of eyes
compelling me
to learn a secret – lean in.

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