I couldn’t keep my mind off the kiss.
I kept touching my lips
as if I could bring back the sensation.
All during class, I kept putting my hand
to my face like a nervous habit.
Some guy from the back of the classroom
hurled a paper ball at me,
and even though it bounced
off the back of my head,
I didn’t pay attention.
The teacher’s voice became white noise.
While taking notes, my writing hand floated
across the page, like my entire body
was trapped in a cloud of daydreams.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.