The National Poetry Review

Adam Scheffler


They have never met only chatted online,
her voice on the phone American
brash, and his British refined, yet they
have everything – pets, films –
in common. But when they meet
it turns out she is a full four inches taller,
and the waiter’s moving in already
with the waters, so they’re stuck,
the tablecloth like a white flag.
They go to bed together that night
as if just to prove it’s a non-issue, yet in the dark
carried away by breast and arm and cock,
they discover it’s a weird turn-on
like a chase by goons, or make-up sex.
So when their friends ogle, titter,
or overcompensate too polite, they feel
ashamed, doubtful, but then randy, and rush
back home where she gets on top,
and rides him 100, 200 feet taller,
and counting, like a rocket ship
blasting off, and he below her as lush as the
earth-rise when seen from the moon.

ADAM SCHEFFLER grew up in California, received his MFA in poetry from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and is currently finishing his PhD in English at Harvard. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The American Poetry Review, The Antioch Review, Rattle, North American Review, and elsewhere. He is the winner of River Styx’s 2014 International Poetry Contest, and his work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.