“She’s so intelligent,” she says.
“That’s why she’s teaching at Harvard.”
The words of a small professor from a small college
who leaks out loathing as a bird
leaks out feathers:
in the fluttering.
One by one the moments of hate
drip down upon her open pupils.
The splash makes them all wince
as she culls their vision.
It is so blinding
when she can’t figure out her
own location. It is
utterly weird.
