I’m always teaching, this time
it’s older adults but first
the train ride of a lifetime
no carriage doors and we travel a ridge.
The woman with dreads
whose birthday treat this is,
hangs out over the edge.
Later she cries; her dreads aren’t real
and she dreams of death but
only I know this.
never do get to teach.
This all happens before the class
and then finally, Anouk
with the flashy specs
makes me lie down
and asks me gently
just when they removed
my lungs.
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