My hand twitches
As if to raise it
As I once did
All those years ago
In a science class
With a teacher
I could not resist
Only now,
I’m here to celebrate
The career of a teacher
Who I never had,
Keeping my hand firmly
Stiff at my side
Covering now
As I did then,
Another piece of anatomy
That insists on rising
knowing not to show it,
knowing I can do
nothing with it,
even as my imagination
runs wild,
then and now,
I still feel it when I think of it,
how much I need
my teacher to contain
this that throbs inside me,
raising my hand,
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