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In my heart there is a classroom where
I take Spanish, finally, from a young woman.
And she says, "Hunger is very close to man.
Conclude from this as little as you can."
In the event, I am prepared for language jokes
But susceptible to the slightest attention.
When she turns the lens of the class toward me,
Over and over, I think fourmi not hormiga.
And yet I'm too shy to stretch out a tentacle --
The room is down the hall from the left ventricle.