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Why don't I meet those students?

I can be a teacher

I am a teacher

not teaching English in a community college

or NYC for that matter

yet a teacher

and I have Freudian asymmetries

I mean I am hung up on women

on old world literature

on promiscuity , racial mixing

tense ****** moments.

I am also quite frank

to myself, to my sensibilities

my self centered world.

 

I do have students

who seem to be interested in

chitchats outside class

those evening walks grabbing coffee somewhere

learning a thing or two

about life, men.

I mean, their chief complain

they have dated boys

missing pseudo-intellectuals

& everyday enactment of 'Oedipus Complex' in reverse.

 

I see compelling eyes,

provocative bodies,

keen to learn, waste and start from scratch

yet I don't meet those girls

who would rip apart my three year old marriage

keep me pseudo-happy for the time

have *** in claustrophobic venues in unknown hours of the day

make me quit jobs, sanity and pragmatism

marginalize me to despair and defacement

to

inevitably break up with me

so that I can write a book or two about it

Random House may be interested

and I would have to turn forty,

without a single care in this whole, wide world

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