The teacher asked
If the student had been in class
The student said
I don't remember
Somehow
This is the teacher's fault
Of course
Because it always is
Never mind that the student was late
Never mind that the student reeked of
Some intoxicant or another
And sat with glassy eyes
Unblinking
Flat
Until the student looked down
At a crotch-held phone
Working a hand between the legs
And stroking back and forth
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