Tonight I left the safety and relative sanity of my house after lounging in bed and on the couch all day, where I had been sick to the very root of my bones. (Still am, frankly, which is why I’m home now, and not at the International Film Festival post-gala party, with laura, and her date.)
I was going a little stir crazy, I think, but after a trip to two different targets, (and waiting in the car outside of a third, where nate tried and failed a third time to find “All of Me” on DVD for $6.99), I think I was starting to stretch the limit of my health when we found ourselves wandering through the vast corridors of the HarMar Barnes and Noble. Man, that place is a monster. It sucks you in.
And about twenty or thirty minutes into it, I was walking around, head throbbing, and I realized I was having trouble focusing on things more than ten feet away. I could do it, but it just took more effort, and kinda hurt. I was just starting to get over my enjoyment of this interesting and different experience (and drifting into the realm of a calm panic) when I found Nate and Jason again.
Anyway, the result, (and whole point) of this anecdote was that shortly thereafter I picked up my first ever box of magnetic poetry while waiting in the checkout line. (Yes, the two other editions on the fridge are Nate’s–or maybe laura’s, but I don’t think either one of them is an “official” megnetic poetry brand set.) Of course it was the erotic edition. I wrote this poem fragment while sitting on our cool (but dirty) kitchen floor breaking the words apart:
private vagina breath
murmur languid screams
yes she ate her fill
Also present on our fridge was a heretofore not broken apart square set of magnetic words from the U’s Environmental Health and Safety Ergonomic Resources department. I mixed both sets for this next poem (which I am proud of, at least presently, and rather stupid/smugly.) The ERGO words are in bold:
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naked carpal tunnel
rub fingers and adjustable penis
strain hot my perfect pleasure
worship want please a little pain
mount CPU dirty mouse hand
swollen desk ache
keyboard orgasm
Wow, that poem makes the Ergo magnetic words that I gave you so much cooler than I ever thought possible. We had a set on the fridge at work but I think some of my coworkers got a little too suggestive with them because suddenly they disappeared. Oh well. I need to get myself some magnetic words.