Feelings of a Rock

The professor carries me into his science lab and washes me off in the sink. Dang! This water is cold! “Granite, feldspar, a bit of hematite,” He says on Monday, explaining me to a class. He does this over and over with many classes during the week. I scream “He used me to kill his wife!” but no one in college speaks rock. “You are an evil professor!” I yell at him. No one hears me. So I keep his secret in silence. Angry as hell at him.