Attendance via name calling and reactionary raising of hands.
A window with a view in a poetry class- feminist poetry, no less.
The cryptic writing of her-story… Something to say, boy?
Raise your hand. Lest, you be called upon off guard–
out the window; your cleverly designed gaze,
which means to catch no eyes, and by other eyes
not be caught. Duty’s eyes. Eyes of ‘the man-‘
which, appropriately, belong to a woman.