your best friend
in high school rarely studied
for a test
instead he sat close
to you
and bumped your chair
whispering
for answers.
sometimes he'd copy
your French translation,
word for word,
getting you both
d's on the assignment.
he's a doctor now,
and you've lost contact,
but you can still
feel the chair
being nudged by his
tapping foot,
his psst pssst behind you.
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