the empress
i’m your student, just that.
one of hundreds, over decades, maybe thousands.
half-recognition is all i can get outta you after the semester is up.
damn you, Doctor.
i think of you by rote.
wake up, eat, smoke, think, smoke
go to class
smoke, eat, think, smoke, smoke, sleep.
it’s sick, honestly.
bet you think im just a good listener,
but i’m staring because im wishing you were more unprofessional,
wondering what it would be like if i showed up in your office.
Doctor, i see how you look at me.
Doctor, you make jokes and only look at me.
unfortunately, crushingly, you are very professional.
it makes me hotter.
an expert, PhD, a woman from the south proclaiming yourself, in love with your theories.
twenty-eight years separate us.
Doctor, you look at me every time you mention your age.
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Posted Mar 5, 2026, 7:07 PM UTC