Last Days of Eighth Grade
He rocked the ground by my feet
like an earthquake
footsteps
an Asiatic version of Leo DiCaprio
at fourteen
approaching
I dared not sniff
the scent of drugstore hairspray
surrounding him
or look up
at the source of the loud bang
on my desk
With trembling hands
I opened his yearbook
to sign my name
my clothes reeking the sour smell
of mildew
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