09 November 2010



Unnerving? A little I guess
but that obstruction pressed
intimately against your buttocks
takes an uneasy breath to discern

Seated discretely doing what comes
naturally in the place intended knowing
your friends will take delight in calling
means you’re not exactly alone

But the damn cell phone doesn’t shriek
abuse when disposed of into the pants you
just pulled up pleased you succeeded
without social discourse intervening

And then the unsettling sensation
something interpolates between you
and your nether region – suggesting
perhaps, okay, call me now, damn you!
© 19 June 2010, I. D. Carswell