sitting across from nic in sam class and can’t stop looking at them. also can’t make myself pay any attention to sam, or the elizabeth bishop poem we’re reading. nic is from new england, and i went to school in boston. the elizabeth bishop poem is “at the fishhouses,” and i grew up fishing with my grandfather, before my bio-mom ruined that relationship. i used to love catching silver salmon. learning to fillet them. i text nic a link to a quora question: “what should i stare at in the classroom so i’m not staring at anyone.” yesterday nic called me their gf after i came for them after i finished eating their ass. today they asked me not to do any PDA on campus and i still reflexively blew them a kiss. i had been thinking about telling them if we’re gfs i’d like to be a little less secret about it, but realized after i got a little upset that i’d only had the conversation in my head. nic came with me to print out my poems before class, and i also printed out the one where i describe putting my tongue inside of them, which they said should be the last one. i have it sitting in front of me in class.