Nick Patten © 2008 All Rights Reserved
The Joy of Sex
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Killing time before a party, I open
my friendís copy of The Joy of Sex
while she showers and find an e.e.
cummings poem that my ex used
to get me into bed. Despite fights
and his wholesome northern accent
those words made me flush, like they
were unbuttoning my shirt. Maybe
itís the scent of my friendís tea
rose shower gel, but now it all
seems too sweet, artificial as latex.
Chalk it up to bitterness (itís been
a while) but thumbing through
the sketched characters with their
unlimited flexibility, their ability
to live upside-down without risk
of oxygen deficiency, the expert
instructions of how to rub what
and where that read like a car
ownerís manual make me
wonder how I ever fell in love
with a poem especially when
Amandaís husband stares at Fox
News for hours every night instead
of watching her body unfold
like an arched wave nearing the shore
and gym-obsessed Eileen has
forgotten what the body is for
and I havenít been really kissed
by a man in years, making me feel
very young and very old all at once like
the first time at anything always does.
Carrie Conners is a Ph.D. candidate in English at the University of Wisconsin-Madison where she is writing her dissertation, Pointing Back and Laughing at Uncle Sam: Humor and Form in Recent American Political Poetry. Her poetry has been featured in California Quarterly and will appear in Tar Wolf Review.
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