the paradox of bodies
is she should rise
when i am ready to
get down on my knees
in a retrograde motion
of stars flipping over

it's not so much that i don't know
what i'm doing as it's that she doesn't
know that i don't know what i'm doing

oranges between my legs are telling
time as if it is a truly juicy story
about how ball lightning can thrust
through solid masses without effect

experimentation is best left to the women
able to pencil their eyebrows back in place
after playing with each other's chemistry sets


an important aspect of scientific validity is repeatability


we should do this again sometime

KJ has work forthcoming in THIS literary magazine, My Favorite Bullet, and the print edition of Zygote. This poem was previously published in FortyOunceBachelors.