The University Investigation Into My Classroom Pedagogy

I sit in my chair and one of them

pinches my nipple with a pair of metal tongs.

One stands in the corner on the other side of the room

stretching a yellow glove up his arm.

The last is anorexic, and she is armed

with a needle, with a wire toothpick.

No one's black eyebrow stretches over

like a hairy caterpillar on a face.

None of them has hairy palms.

No missing teeth.

No mole on the cheek.

No birthmark like a small Portugal.

In the big chair at the end of a long conference table

I'm naked, and my wrists are tied

and there's a little blood like paint

at the corner of my mouth.

Next will come my first electric shock.

Auh!

This is my favorite poetry.

and cry out in exaggeration, "Pornography!"

The anorexic unties my balls.

The director unclamps my nipple like a businessman.

The professor and the dean begin talking

in friendly voices

as they take their notes for my employment file.