That Sweet, Sweet Evolution Thing Catie Rosemurgy Sex: mist-shrouded, rhythmic island. Science: bold canoe. There are reasons for our strange positions: the tyranny of the pelvis, the chance we would become too philosophical and die. It is the opposite of nails down a chalkboard: when lovers close their eyes. Levels of failure: many. The worst: DNA level. If, then: “I’ll show you a fractal!” The real question: would we if we could? Evidence: history. Instead I am lucky to have evolved: hidden sex organs. (Unlike a cat or the more flamboyant of the monkeys.) Topics I no longer have questions about: brain chemicals. When we do something new: we fail. (Unless we can do it for so long we begin to produce new chemicals.) There is, I think: electricity involved as well. Catie Rosemurgy teaches at the College of New Jersey and lives in Philadelphia. Her second poetry collection, The Stranger Manual, is forthcoming from Graywolf Press. “That Sweet, Sweet Evolution Thing” appears in our Winter 2009 issue.