From Dan Chiasson's review of The Best American Erotic Poems in The New York Times:

If you find yourself in a book with an orchid on the cover, its petal languid and its pistil looking ready for action, it is really best to have written an anti-erotic poem like A. R. Ammons’s bleak two-line “Their Sex Life” (“One failure on / Top of another”) or Jill Alexander Essbaum’s funny “On Reading Poorly Transcribed Erotica” (“She stood before him wearing only pantries / and he groped for her Volvo under the gauze”).

For all you folks getting here in your search for "On Reading Poorly Transcribed Erotica," I would be remiss not to point you to Jill's newest book: Harlot (No Tell Books, 2007).

It has a very naughty cover.