Lessons in Sexual Attraction
Because my ex-fiancée fell in love
with the ass of a mocha-skinned soccer player
who came from Brazil to Northwestern,
ruled the field in his tight violet shorts
emblazoned with Willie the Wildcat
just one semester before she failed English
and switched to Social Work then
changed schools and met me, years later,
still talking about it: those buttocks
like a chocolate David. Her lips smacked,
left a pucker of burgundy on my wineglass.
Her girlfriends smiled, knowingly.
It was a dinner party, I’d been weight-
lifting for years. I asked was he a nice person.
No, they said. You’re missing the point.
poem by Michael Meyerhofer
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