Animals Have Sex. Humans Make Porn.

walking down the sidewalk,
i saw two lightning bugs connected at their abdomens,
occasionally struggling to walk in opposite directions,
as if they took turns forgetting
what they were doing in the first place.
which made sense because insects,
in my experience, have bad memories.
by the time I happened upon them,

they had likely forgotten
one hundred times each.

walking past an alley,
i saw two cats connected at their hips,
one occasionally howling in pain
as if it was being tortured
by the very fact of intercourse,
which made sense because male cats
have barbed genitalia,
and female cats,
in my experience, have bad memories.
by the time I had happened upon them
the female cat had already been in five long term relationships
that ended the same way, more or less.

looking at the sky,
i saw two falcons fly as high as they could
before allowing themselves to free fall
while they touched cloacas–
the sex holes for birds.
baby falcons are conceived
when their parents have sex in space,
and that’s fucking awesome.

walking into my bedroom,
i saw myself connected to her
as we tried to be falcons for the camera,
but couldn’t because we were human, and humans,
in my experience, have bad memories,
and that’s why we watch animals and porn–
to refresh our memories,
i think.

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