Today I began to hem,
rein in the threads that grow free
when left unstitched

I ticked a set of books
and, though I love my charges,
my heart hurt

My language is another,
my experience of this globe 
unutterably different, 
though geographically the same 

And I want to help them play the game, I do, 
but I don’t trust those
telling me how to

My instincts, 
honed by humans I trust, unless
I’m lost in my own Truman Show,
show me the right way to go,
divergent&nbsp;&nbsp;from this current shitshow 

The pedagogy of care
is somewhere way, way
over there