I suppose I must hand today something kind, something of worth, because it was so sweet. (Perhaps a trip outside to free the chalk from erasers?) At one point, I laid my head down on my desk, forehead south, resting it on the back of my wrist. My desk is the color of school-desk wood. And I remembered having to do that as a kid. I’m not sure if it was done during a heated game of 7-up, a sign of trouble, or the prelude to surprise, but I remembered it all at once. And then today became even sweeter and I smiled (in that lips concealing teeth kind of way). No one will ever tell me I have to put my head down again. And even though I don’t remember why it was done, I sort of miss it. (Today) Let’s play a game—put your head down and close your eyes, raise your right thumb…
“Guess who?”


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