"AVE LECTUR"
so here we are again i say and he replies
yeah. here we are once more and it
wasn't that bad was it? i ask. he shrugs
i suppose it wasn't. he smiles back at me
hair unkempt and I note little things about him:
shadows under his eyes the sag in his shoulders
or glee in his laugh lines cookie? i offer one and
accepting, he bites parabolas are crumbs
which remind me of words passed in class and then
left to wallow in binders this is a history which
i will not forget
