Bumpy roads, red lights, the seam of the jeans, washing machines (DIY video idea: “How to Remove ONE ‘Foot’ from Your Maytag: The Leave Me Spinning Cycle (Hint: it involves un-screwing…) …so yeah. If my ex-mother-in-law’s “back massager” could talk…

God, I hope it was for her back. If not…it would have some stories to tell …specifically about two of my ex-husband’s SEMINAL Exit/Entry Points.

Seminal…what an interesting word-choice. Hm. All righty then.

So after I figured out what they (back massagers) could do…I left him (not for a massager, for other reasons) and I bought one of my own. So….I wrote about it in my first poetry collection. And yeah, I’m gonna foist it, right here, right now.

big al

when i was 24
i invested in my first
back massager.
i was home alone
and i was watching some
chick flick on t.v.
i plugged him in
and proceeded to have
24 orgasms in a row.
i felt so superior
to the male species, suddenly.

it was then i realized…
i was unstoppable.

© jacw 8–13