Biology Class

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By Lisa Rodriguez

Heavily accented professors with unpronounceable names that never smile give multiple choices to those with no choice and stalk up and down the aisle. Pickled pigs in formaldehyde named "Arbie" by students with knives as they cut and probe the anterior lobe to see how a pig survives. Jars of death preserved in see-through caskets on the shelves, looking through microscopes and tweezing the pieces apart, they learn about themselves. A bucket marked in professorized letters "animal parts discarded here" collects the scraps of scholastic cannibals eating away at their sophomore year. by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez 1987

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September 23, 2007 20:11A Lonely Song

very original. i don't think i've ever read a poem about biology class. great job