The Longing of Anatomical Drawings
A diagram of reproductive systems,
posted in Planned Parenthood.
Male. Female. A pastel couple, cleaved
down the middle. They’ve been halved,
pear-perfect, navel to kneecap.
Sliced clean, the duo wears nothing
but labels: bladder, seminal
vesicle, labia. She is contained.
All corpuscle, yolk, potential—
coiled becoming. Beside her, in side-
view he grows beyond himself.
Bulb-heavy. Bulge of root, tuber, burl.
It’s difficult to feel romantic
in a clinic— butcher paper bed
sheet, stirrups spread eager, a bouquet
of swabs. But there’s a tenderness
to this pair, to their hope-
less, headless abstinence.
Perhaps it’s the nearness of his sketch
to hers. Poised mid-approach, forever
out of touch, always one thrust away.
Above steel trays, they pose flayed, on display,
separated by the abyss of an inch.
This is a long-distance relationship,
a love of lack, of want-but-cannot-
have. Together each aches alone, severed,
pining. And what could be more satisfying?
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