One of the best humans I know said,
“It would be okay and reasonable to miss his penis.”

But I don’t think I do
miss your penis
I mean
what’s there to miss?

I did accidentally start thinking about you
it happens sometimes,
in my quiet commute
I’m driving
and then
BAM!
I’m thinking
about how you told me your penis retracted the first time you tried to have sex with her

“It was like my body was telling me not to”
you said
she said comforting things
you both questioned your choices
but decided it was worth it
to
keep
trying

Orgasms are so important to you

That was hard
when you couldn’t
finish
and I wanted you to go to the doctor
I was so worried
maybe you were eating too much soy
But there wasn’t a doctor for your
erectile
betrayal

I hope
you
never
orgasm
again.

I damn you to that

Go ahead and get close but

I’ll find some ancient curse to speak
I’ll shout, “Anorgasmia!”
with a
small
thin
wand
pointed in your direction

You most certainly have been cumming still
You most certainly are
on top of her now

I did accidentally start thinking about you
on top of me
and your brown eyes
and about that one time
we cry-laughed and I said
“They should have sent a poet”
because intimacy is sometimes quoting Jodie Foster
after a particularly beautiful
contact
and then laughing
together

but now it’s just
accidental thoughts