Holly leaned me against the cold industrial refrigerator in the just off-stage closet that seconded as a cafeteria bookstore, we worked together all year. Last day of school. In part, because I was senseless, her move on me felt like an act to be cruel…to be kind. She smirked, then winked, her eyes fixed on my mouth, closed the door and put out the light. I barely got a hey off my lips when her kiss was on me. Soft and warm and yet…I imagined her eyes closed but couldn’t say in all that dark. Her left-hand pinned to my chest. That night, at her boyfriend’s party, she said of me for the room to hear, he’s a faggot, I can’t stand him. The last time I saw her was a church on Sunday. Made a point to sit behind her. The priest said to us, Lord, Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you. God, world without end. She would not turn around.
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