I met the woman from Willendorf
as a teen in a history textbook
and during my first nocturnal emission,
marking the infertile oolite
floor tiles—though it wasn’t until I met her
incarnation a decade later
that my manhood went limp,
facing her proportions.
Cro-Magnons are remembered
for Venus figurines—
what if our best-known invention
will be fat wars?
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com

If war it is, let us get ahead of the conflict and feed the models better. At least until they’re too plump for the frontlines.
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