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Sep 2012
I watch you
Across my desk in Spanish.
You make those silly faces,
Those silly jokes.
They always make me giggle.
The breathy, gaspy kind.
And you look at me like I'm crazy.

I'm not crazy.

I point at you,
Across my desk in Spanish,
With my head down in my arms,
My whole body convulsing in
My stolen laughter.
You laugh too,
A little chuckle.
"You're
so
stupid!"
I choke.
I don't really find you stupid.

I think you're brilliant.

Everything you do,
Everything you say,
Across my desk in Spanish,
Is hilarious to me.
I pinch my legs under the table to
Stop my giggles.

It never works.

Whenever you reach your leg out
Underneath my desk in Spanish,
I always kick it and growl,
"Move
Your
Feet!"
But I'm hardly able to speak.
I'm laughing too hard.

I like you.
Emily Tyler
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Emily Tyler  New York City
(New York City)   
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