In eighth grade my teacher one day stopped class and disturbed me out of my trance. He said I’d been staring right through him and he’d never been so uncomfortable in his life.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
In eighth grade my teacher one day stopped class and disturbed me out of my trance. He said I’d been staring right through him and he’d never been so uncomfortable in his life.