beauty

there is a lot of beauty in my poetry class. that's all we're looking for. reading poems and talking about how it tickles the ear. "poetry happens in the ear, and on the tongue. and on the heart. ear, tongue, heart." some much of it is pretty, so much of it is fun, so much flows gracefully over the rigid meter.
but nothing speaks to me.

i'm supposed to read a poem to my class, preferably one from the book. but i want to read this to them. how wildly inappropriate.