staring from a book cover
it seemed like we could feed it
so you bought it for your mother
she thought it was too sexual
we laughed all through dinner
it gave me headaches
but we wanted to show your brother
he was drunk at the movies
but in his room with the book
it still made us laugh
it had a hold on our evening
we read it as we waited and it was just a boring biography
you kissed the face as a joke, kissed the book, but kept kissing
it began to unravel the joke
the face was at a dead stop
but also outrageously human
the joke was ruined by the kissing
I thought of ways to save the joke
but the photo seemed like a fact we had exaggerated
we'd made special very on purpose
I took it home and read a big chunk
the american male biography
I looked for the pinpointing, the expanding, the sex
it was a smooth, frictionless biography
the kind you can't live with