Sex-Ed 7th Grade
Mr. Sugarman,
Forgive the twenty-six times
I instigated, for class amusement,
your condom demonstration.
“Ok, but I’m not doing this again”
you said twenty-five times,
as you’d hobble front and center,
pull out your wrinkled, drying up old
cucumber you stashed in a drawer.
Then you’d tear the shiny square
“watch me now ladies and gentlemen”
and remove the flimsy nipple.
The giggles would begin and then crescendo
when you placed it at the tip
and began to roll it down
gentle, every time without hurry, gentle.
The kids joked around lockers
about your orientation.
But I know you believed
in your plaque—Science Saves Lives!
The rest I can’t remember.
Even the STD films
full of horror film members.
Because right next to me,
in the darkest corner of your room
Danny Faye and Jenny Tolman
were finding their own education
under the weighty black science table.
And I couldn’t help it.
I watched every lesson.
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