That time my wife and I
talked about moving to Terre Haute—
it doesn’t matter why, the move never happened—
a friend of mine who grew up there
said cost of living wise, it was tough to beat.
He also said I could go musky fishing with his dad,
who still lived there.
And that musky fishing involved something called
double cowgirls, which sounded like an amazing sex position,
or a movie, or a theory.
My thoughts tend this way…
Otherwise, “The Haute”—
that’s what my friend called it—was “balls.”
I thought about that—balls good or balls bad?—and had no idea.
But instead of just asking him I sent a text instead:
whose balls are these, I think I know
and my friend texted back: but his taint is in the village though
which is why we’re such good friends.
Then I Googled “Terre Haute” and found out
the name comes from a French phrase meaning “highland”.
But that wasn’t what my friend had said at all.
He had said something more beautiful.
He had said that “Terre Haute” was French for how easy it was
to spot all of Larry Bird’s illegitimate daughters.
Matthew Guenette is the author of two poetry collections: American Busboy (University of Akron Press, 2011) and Sudden Anthem (Dream Horse Press, 2008). He is a poetry editor for Barn Owl Review and contributes book reviews to the recently launched American Microreviews and Interviews. He lives, works, and loses sleep in Madison, WI.