i leave my participles dangling
out from under my skirt

my black eyed subjects and predicates
rarely agree

my tenses change more frequently
than a juarez whore changes her panties

my titles leave behind tan lines

pushing punctuation off
the baluarte bridge
wearing a lacey vest of cemented articles
by the tip of my pen
i compose with my tongue
not my english degree

tear down the automatons
drag them across the border

fuck them while their dissertations
are still wearing prom dresses

whispering
those who can’t
teach

this is my requiem for snobbery

women should dance
to music in the street
to have a reason to touch their titties