There’s a warm hand on my back
Lovely
He whispers
What?
I ask, checking to see if the sun is what’s touching me
No
Just a hand in the just above the small of my back
He saw me see
Fix me
Fix me!
Written on the wall
Watched as I panicked in class over All My Puny Sorrows
The hand is gone from my back there’s warmth around my shoulders as I stand
The sun is on the other side of the clouds
I tell him
And break into song
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