Monday, February 21, 2011


At the waiting room, in a doctor's office, he
had crossed his buff legs,

the right under thigh atop
the left thunder thigh, and

sitting there with nothing
                                 to do

with his hands, he
tried manipulating his right foot

to behind his left baby calf,
the instep and toes to grip

the baby calf, the tension then, when
applied, would slip

the hip from its socket, but
which hip socket,
he wondered, and

he could accomplish none of this,
though he'd seen it done once

by a contortionist, and now

he had no excuse or reason to be

or ever see the beautiful
baby doctor ever again.