I’m not sure of my job role.

You, director, I want to lick fully clothed. I want a stubble grazed tongue.

I’ll call you your first name in front of my classmates, your Christian name although we lost the values 8 months ago.

I never had them. I value what I value. We wake stuck to sheets, lose skin, sweat through fresh clothes with worry sure someone’s finding out.

I wonder who else you’re teaching. I wonder who else you’ve taught.