What You Can't Understand Is
Poetry Is Connected to the Body Again

Dateline: 9/2/97

Jean allowed the body to drop
The beautiful face bluing so perfect
A fly buzzed by -- but no one would believe it
She raced frantically to the offices of the National Enquirer
A reporter wrote up the story -- it made the cover
Now she could get the attention of the radical newsweekly
That only told the truth
She just casually flipped it down on the desk
"Hey," an editor reading upside-down said,
"What if this story is true? It would certainly change
Our story -- maybe we should look into this.
Hey! Stop those presses!"

Jean walked away. Horns were blaring,
It was a brilliant dusty sunset and the sirens were distorting.
She didn't hear em.
She was remembering her lover's face,
What they'd said about how you never know
If someone else's orgasm is better than yours
But that shoudn't stop you
From coming together
Even if it's not exactly
At the same time.

--Bob Holman

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