DISJECTA MEMBRA
The erector set we are hard-wired to conceive
Leaves something to desire.
Like anything good?
Which made us feel “disjected.”
It gathered our low self-esteem.
“It wasn’t anyone’s fault,” I said.
“It was somebody’s fault,” he replied.
The surrogate monkey mother fur post experiment
Was seen in the distance
Between nature and nurture,
Which each have their own shrines
And signs and justifications.
No waiting room. You had to wait on the porch.
Another shrink with whom not to be seen.
The invisible couple
Made love not war. And too much of it.
A startled stare from
The construction workers on lunch.
We were all trussed up. We were glowing, like radium.
Then there’s growing up:
The “I hate my husband” club, what
Was I supposed to do with THAT information?
It wasn’t rocket science,
But it wasn’t easy.
A feverish deluge of ticker tape.
But some people are never happy.
Every grasping moment where the stock
Market is a well-known meathead
Climbing the corporate ladder.
Bring me the amphitheater.