there is something deferent about watching
a cockroach eat semen (from a blanket, bed-cover,
or carpet)
it is something at the cusp of transcendent
if it is your own

watching jaws work
thinking of glue and nuclear fallout

the choir, the audience—all hoping this is not your room
wishing the setting, switching the setting, when unmentioned,
to some motel

how can you not think of her or him
that other organism that your semen sometimes fills

# # #

Untitled by Edward Wells
originally published March 24, 2010



Edwards Wells' untitled poem first appeared on Big Pulp in March, 2010.

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