Dear Teacher - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

Dear Teacher

I see you now, deep diver, spear
Gun hidden close to your body,
Hunter, you plant hooks, piercing 
Fragile flesh of the female psyche

Save other tools for men,
Your troop of sleeping eunuchs,
Lulled by stories of awakening. 
They drift on your charm, the charisma of one
Who feigns wisdom so well. 

You feign humility well too,
Perhaps you fool even yourself. 

The first time I saw
Your shadow throw its 
Cold arms around an elderly woman
I excused you, my sight
Wanting what you claimed,
You feigned to offer. 

The first, for me, but not
The first, exodus, you casually
Betrayed yourself, waving goodbye
To those you wounded,
Behind a watery apology, 
Weakened by charming excuses
Of over-enthusiasm. Clever. 

Ignoring the apparent,
Indulging in your attention
We allowed you to penetrate
Our minds, plant poisonous
Images along with nourishment.
 
Your spear spiked hearts,
Opening all to love
You. You, who may know 
An idea of larger love,
But are incapable
Of individual love, specific Empathy.
Speaking of compassion, you are immune
To compassion for the bleeding
In your home.

Always aiming for the sex
Watching for the awakening
Of desire. You hunt with 
Bait: flattery, focus and soft,
Cunningly placed kindnesses. 
A net cast wide, your wandering
Eye. You capture whatever
Heart and body opens first. 

Moving like the sleeping shark,
Never fully awake
Nor asleep in peace,
You hunger,
A hungry ghost, you
Feed on fear, growing fat on
Our attention. Growing thin and
Never sated. 

My heart would break
For the unloveliness of
You, who won’t be seen,
But there’s precious few
Places left, most taken
By your broken and 
Healing sisters. 

	- Rebecca del Rio

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