A girl turns on the sink and puts in her eyeglasses,
shakes off the droplets, and turns off the spray of water.
The professor grabs his chalk, and the students
reach into their bags for notebooks.
Half-dissected plastic models look on,
detailed as marble Catholic statues,
staring beyond each one of us:
Go on, jot your notes. I’ll still be here,
showing you all the organs,
and these old bones won’t change.
Microscopes come out, plastic covers
are whipped off, sending out a glitter of gray dust;
then the scratching of pens, with
a flutter of wings
for the turn of every page.