Eighth Grade

First day with glasses. I am fourteen.

“Oh, look, Jean has glasses!”

From him who wears glasses.

I want to disappear.

Fifty years go by. I ask if he remembers.

He does not. The memory is mine.

We were good students.

It was the glasses.

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