Vacant Miss Raylene’s empty place is lit up like a skull in a classroom Already someone’s advertised their loneliness on the living room wall with a phone number and a drawing of a crippled swan Stell says Miss Raylene either left a note Or didn’t That she threatened the principal with a pair of pinking shears when he called Anne Frank’s diary a crypto-lesbian narrative That a man with hair implants and a scaly leather jacket followed her from Atlantic City We’re going to be taught the rest of Virginia Woolf 51