ONE POEM – Kevin Lee

Posted: April 12, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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a rare discomfort

Sometimes life

hands you a boner. You look

around thinking, “Now what

the hell am I supposed to do

with this?” and you sit

there squirming in a yearning

ecstasy like an unfinished yawn,

or an unrealized sneeze,

at the back of the bus groaning

in fine tweezer limbo,

between pleasure and pain.


It is a rare discomfort,

delicate and forceful in its tension–

an aching hot

tender throb.


You see the swollen

purple-brown flesh like a manatee’s

fat, infected eyelid puffed: raw, poking and exposed

through a tear in your jeans you can fit

the tip of your pinky in,

at the bottom of your fly.

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