…because I have seen,
and seen the remnants of,
a fellow at a urinal
raise his arm
to prop his
wobbled, blurry self
more firm against the wall, 
and leave there,
at his highest reach,
some nephrite
from his nostril,
one thing I highly doubt
a Wellesley girl
would do.

Rodd Whelpley is the secret poet in residence at the Illinois Municipal Electric Agency. His work recently has appeared or is forthcoming in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Literary Orphans, Pudding, Shot Glass Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Spillway, The Naugatuck River Review, Eunoia Review, Antiphon, The Chagrin River Review and others.