| (c) 2004 Aire Celeste
Norell |
the
cat examines a spot
on the wall behind me
obfuscatingly
then—woop!—up
on my
shoulder
20
acupuncture points
simultaneously activated
by
an unskilled,
unsteady but determined practitioner
the
worst part is
persuading the cat to exit gracefully
i
remember words that
are on the tips of other people's tongues
not "dichotomy"—"paradox"
a
poet's water can
break anywhere
—while late to work
in
heavy traffic
—interrupting the
polite post-orgasmic silence
as
inappropriate yet
compelling as a ringing cellphone
i
hear that birth pangs
can be eased with a vibrator
i
could try it
however,
i'm getting a
buzz off the friction
from
each leg of the
poem as it pops out
and
anticipating how
good this baby's gonna look |