4/28/10

"the chances of reproduction were harmed by EMFs, you concluded."
By Steve McGouldrick


I arrived at
your house
sporting a corduroy jacket
and pit stains,
welcomed
by a weary dog and
your own
curbed enthusiasm.

You let me in,
removed your sweater,
took me to your
parents’ closet
and showed me
how to mate
amphipods.

We spent hours
over those
unfertilized eggs
bumping shoulders,
rocking in your bed,
half buried in
fabric softener perfume.

By the fireplace
you summarized
that the chances of
reproduction were
harmed by EMFs.
Your
experiment
was kind
of a success.

It was raining
when you wrapped
me in a loose grip
goodbye, and
you were shivering.

I think you watched
from your kitchen window
as i tuned the radio
to some south Jersey
accents
and waited for
the engine to turn.


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A native of the Pittsburgh area, my work has most recently found a home at Writers' Bloc and a JC Penny's changing room wall. I spend an inordinate amount of time critiquing local high school musicals, and blog at jwcharmer.blogspot.com.