the hair cascading down the defenseless coccyx…
Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides

did i tell you
i am reading Middlesex

she asked
from another room

i finished

the first time
he read Middlesex

he quit
not far into the novel

returning to it
and then unable to put it down

Middlesex has “coccyx” in it
she said

a word she had not known
before him

it starts slow and it’s dense
she added

we realize important moments
while in them and after

in retrospect we often say

talking about novels
while standing in different rooms

in one of which just moments earlier
her mouth exploring his coccyx

never could have imagined he thought

how love announces itself unexpectedly
warm and wet as silent lips and tongue

—P.L. Thomas