My students that one April were sudden, quixotic, real.
Teaching Oedipus the King came easy,
All the late arrivals started coming on time,
And I felt like a superstar teacher,
One with an electric tote bag, armed for irony,
Greek choruses, masks that show a character’s emotion.
[Oedipus worries the fates of his daughters
Down to the bone of his eye sockets.
Who would have them?
Who would surrender to their dirty seed beds?