I am teaching an Adult ESL class. There are not many students present. Anita is there. She and I are simulating an argument between a couple in order to generate a conversation on this by the students later in English. One of the students, a middle-aged woman interrupts and states that she objects to this exercise and wants to leave. We stop. I think about the situation. I do not have anything else I wish to start and there is about an hour left in the class. I tell her if she does not like it to just go. At this point, other students who were absent show up, including a man I like very much. The woman who wanted to leave suddenly gets very angry. She approaches me and puts a hand on my chest, poking it. I tell her plainly that if she does not stop this she will regret it, but she continues. I grab her hair and see her face actually fall apart into pieces. I am horrified. The dream ends.
I had a broken tooth
And we were talking
And you were so bashful of yours.
You always come back to me
When my face is covered.
The tinkle of ice cubes into the tall glass.
I felt my tooth recoil in back
And hide like a mouse.
But it never touched nerve.
Why do you always talk of silly things
In the midst of my chaos?