“Can I Use the Bathroom?” and Other Public School Memories

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Dysfunctional Literacy

My daughter told me this week that she asked her teacher, “Can I go to the bathroom?” 

Her teacher said, “I don’t know.  Can you?” 

Some things never change.  40 years ago, we asked the same question, and our teachers gave the same response.  I’m sure 40 years before that, students and teachers did the same thing.  I’m sure nothing will change 40 years from now. 

One side of me knows that precision in language is important, but another part knows that a teacher has to be kind of a jerk to use the “I don’t know, can you?” response.  This isn’t being judgmental.  If anybody deserves to be a jerk without being judged, it’s a teacher.  I’m sure teachers at some point became tired of explaining the difference between “may” and “can” every time a kid asked to use the can, so this was a short, snide, and sweet…

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feeling as if I was you

snuggling close in softness and caresses
the skin tactile; cheek present, hair absent, wisps of strands
wisps of tongue slick and moist like dreams and poetic monologues; encased in sweetness and muscle; a vernacular
all your own; the tic toc of the nose that serves as a buffer, a white noise; trousers or jeans unzipped; fondled your masculinity a bit
ejaculation not present; satiated by pre-cum anima you take fingers  near the waist where bone and sinew made a lace; a fence, a tidy arc; to the circle of your caliphygian and the secret of your sex mounted by fibres; creased by tense feelings and some fantasies
your sleep is engendered by a sense of non-gender; you see yourself as both female and male cusping out hands and feet to different anatomy, non-monotony, bridging echoes and vibrations; from cock to soul to brain to mouth from spine to toes to marrow to fingerprints; you are edible composure so you are wrapped in your own tissues and arms and permeable blankets and subconscious — when you awaken you’ll smile but I will softly sigh; envious at your absent envy for you may not know that tip; but then you look at my lips and eyes as though we are feeling coccooned like thyamines, cytosins, adenines and guanines — solely accomplished yet bilaterally executed.▬