I can still recall

(And it's competing

For limited resources)

Chemistry class at Marshall

Not any formulas

Or equations.

Just that I wrote them

In eraser or pencil

On matte black table top

Almost keeping me from

Top of the class.

Her top loosely hiding

Ample interaction,

Stacy sometimes

Benefitted from my

Treachery. Me from her

Sincere smile

And fluffy sweaters

Offering and hiding

Hours of distraction

For any sophomore

But me, acting as if

There was no chemistry

Still unable to toss the

Christmas card you

Handed me.