On Meeting Professors in the Bathroom
We examine ourselves mere feet away from each other,
Trying to decide who will say something first.
We wash our hands
Of not only the bacteria, but things like
Rhythm, diction, theme:
The things we’d just discussed in class
Before we both made our way over
To this awkward place of meeting.
Flush, say the toilets,
And I agree- flush go my cheeks
Because I don’t know what to say to you
In actual conversation.