City album: a wet afternoon.(Poem)

 
City album: a wet afternoon 
 
   I. Dorm Room 
 
   Theirs is that special condition of plenty 
   available only to those with nothing 
   on or between them. It's as if they'd been 
   out in the downpour, bodies wet as 
   that--but they've stayed in all day. Again 
   he studies her nape, fingertip-tests her hip. 
   He thinks her very young. Eighteen. He's twenty. 
 
   II. Basement Lab 
 
   The entomologist drops into a pool of light to peer 
   at the magnified maxillae of a rare beetle 
   while something lackluster raps the dusty pane 
   above her head, a passing fluster of drops 
   hardly worth speaking of as rain; 
   she bagged this firebrand, Pyrophorus ignitus, 
   on a slope that ...