Sunday, November 16, 2008

Poetry from Jason Irwin


We were having appetizers
at the museum of urology.
Me, sipping a cup of lemonade
and you, munching a kidney
shaped cookie.
If not for the waitress
dressed like a giant ovary,
whom I couldn't help but undress
in my mind, and all those jars
of pickled prostates,
I might have noticed
that sparkle in your eyes,
the way you licked your lips
after speaking my name.

When Jason sent me this poem, I thought the whole thing was from his imagination. Well. Click here for more information on the museum of urology. Jason tells me that Dr. Engels was his doctor at Johns Hopkins.

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