Men fall in love so easily
Like male sticklebacks
Poking their noses at the female's
Silvery bulge.

Oh the competition
The rivalry
The desperation
Sending the milt out there
To do its job or not.


Then a short rest
Where life reconfigures
Then the urge comes again
And again
And it's hard
This procreation
Enough to drive a man to suicide
If his sperm
So carefully guarded in a sack between his legs
Never makes its mark.