A certain part of a man’s body
walks the street looking for the blue pills.
There’s a storefront on Water Street
that’s supposed to have them
but he’s not sure of the address
so he goes into several before he finds
the one he wants and buys a pack
from the certain part of a woman’s body
behind the counter.
Certain parts of men’s and women’s bodies
crowd the night streets around the club district
where the exchange has taken place.
It’s party night, party hour.
The parties of the first part
merge with their counterparts on the sidewalks, in the bars
and parking lots. It’s all so exciting,
with the undercurrent
of deception, the blue pills everywhere,
the gels,
the creams
and implants.
Meanwhile, all over the city,
men and women
whose parts have strayed
stir uneasily
in front of the blue fire
of their televisions.
Smiling, whole bodies
keep telling them
something is missing.
Even when they know better,
they cannot sleep.
If it’s not too late,
they may head
to Water Street
themselves, having
a long look around
for themselves.

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