The Damndest Thing

This poem is based on an actual conversation I had with a perfect stranger in the line-up of a Toronto fast food joint.

The Damndest Thing

“I’ve seen it all,” he said.
“Every damn perversion
you can imagine.
And some you probably can’t.”

He seemed to be talking to me.

“Every manner of appendage,
flesh or fabricated,
into every manner of orifice,
flesh or fabricated —
and then some.”

The line moved us forward.

“Seen it in HD,
widescreen,
surround sound,
on my very own couch,
cock in hand.”

The cashier gave him his sandwich.

“But I still can’t get it up
for the wife,” he said.
“It’s the damndest thing.”

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