The radio burst into flames.
This was not unusual.
It practiced pyrotechnics every time my neighbors
in the apartment above me
made love and the woman
went into a full throttle orgasm.
I think my radio bursting into flames
had something to do with the subharmonics
of her ever increasing moans
and shouts as she approached climax.
But I could be full of shit.
Mostly I am full of too many sci-fi-fantasy novels.
The radio has a phoenix effect
where in the morning it is my old radio reborn.
I like to think my radio has something to do
with the foundation quivering orgasms upstairs.
That is my ego grasping at straws
wishing my lover ability once in my life achieved such results.
My radio was so satisfied
it refused to allow me to change the dial.
Digital radios do not have dials,
but it is a saying and you get the general idea.
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