my palms sweat

Happens every time this year, twice, no, thrice, at the end of every semester. They're taking the final for whatever class they've been taking from me. And I wonder. What stuck? Rubbing foreheads and grimaces and furrowed brows all make me second-guess that clever stem or the clarity of choices. They're so nervous. A few... Continue Reading →

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