Classic Poem

Fetish Commodity

I used to be brave. Emancipation

eludes me now. There’s nothing real



in what I get paid to do. Rhetoric

and composition, in-text citation



as useful to my ‘students’ as sex

education to celibate eunuchs. Pedagogy



is the ideological gloss. As a boy

I had a penchant for walking out. Life



is possible as necessity-cum

-contingency. In the way of a Notion? Desire



must become a drive. I used to fly.