Class Session

Anxious thoughts in the middle of class

As a lecturer with a brilliant axcent drones on,

Did he text me back yet?

Its odd, these steamy exchanges that spontanously

Arise amidst talk of narwhal currency and drunken confessions

Aren’t you in class right now?

Squirming as precipitation between tightly crossed legs

Threatens to reveal me to my unsuspecting classmates

Yeah, so what?

My odd affinity for the opposite sex

Often drives me to do this stuff,

Though I wonder why these thoughs still resurface?

This scene died a year ago now,

And youre playing dictator and I’m wondering,

Do you ever let your mind wander back there too?