An Elegy for My Libido
Well, here it is, the Oscar race has started
and there isn’t a single movie
I’m dying to see.
Whatever did I like about the winter?
There was the taste of candied yams—
but all that sugar.
I prefer them plain:
a vitamin delivery system,
high in fiber.
The other day a young man on the bus
offered me his seat.
I was quick to take it.
Meaning that, as I sat,
his rear filled my horizon
like a khaki-colored sun.
I’ve had a profusion of dawns
in every Abercrombie hue.
Catalogs? Frankly, catalogs
are a goddamned waste.
The better I felt,
the quicker he moved away.
