simile (some poems write themselves)

today i got a text message
from my friend kevin that said "driving
is like ice skating
with your car"

i read this and smiled
thinking of my sister's '94 saturn
in a sequined skirt, trailing figure eights
on a frosted field
of flattened wheat

i had been eating
children's cereal
from a yellow box, from a blue bowl

a jovial mariner
with a high-gloss mustache and epaulets
saluted from the neon cardboard

"making out" i replied
"is doggie paddling with your lips"

crunch-a-tize me, cap'n
mouthfuls of wet fur and chlorine

"truth!" kevin said,
adding, as an afterthought,
"math
is like sex
in the universe"