THE
TAMPONED MAN
once
a month the mailman delivers
the
flashy samples feel good in hand
could
Canada Post be telling me something?
as
I stare in bewilderment at my crotch
a
growing collection hidden behind the Tupperware
no
wife or girlfriend to share them with
when
mother and sister come to dine
they
leave with 'two' doggy bags
if
I see one more minipad commercial
I
may have to get a sex change!
© 1994 Chris Sorrenti
artwork
© 1997 Otto Graser
poem
also published in the chap booklet Pillow Poems
©
1997 Chris Sorrenti, Arlington Books
Included
below is a comment to the poem
by
fellow Canadian poet Terry Olynik
when
posted at Pathetic.org
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As a Canada Post mailman - let me tell you, this is no laughing matter. Got caught in a torrential downpour with a bag full of these. My mailbag swelled up to the size of a Volkswagon and weighed six hundred pounds. Had to be rescued from underneath it with a car jack & the jaws of life. |