Poetry
Issue 2, Summer/Fall 2003
[that's just a myth; there is no such thing as sex]
by Jimmy Salvatore
because mirrors arent reflections
they're just midsummer collections
times i
to the pi
and chop it down in sections
so the girls looked in the changing room and saw a classmate
there
but they couldn't help amusing themselves so they just sat and
stared
but the classmate didn't mind.
no, in fact, she felt fine.
and her boyfriend was on a cell phone
calling his lover in new york
as he strolled past a church and hotdog;
vender by the park
"i love you, truly, baby
and you know i wouldn't lie
i'm only trying to make you happy"
she smiled and he sighed
with all the complex emotions we have
you'd think we'd comprehend
the difference between a lover we have
and then that lovers friend
but in a bed
he lost his head;
and couldn't even see
(what he was trying to accomplish
penetrating her anatomy)
but it was fine
she stayed for some time
and they explored both their worlds
while his supposed other true lover
was smiling and licking girls;
but that's fine.