His penis hanging between
like a vandalized telephone, or some
deep-sea creature that cannot bear
solitude, so it hangs on--
this naked man is what
and yet how unlike me he seems,
surprised in the mirror I was dashing by
on my way to the loo at 4 am.
And when a light comes
quick as a flash he turns away
like a man who keeps his truth concealed,
this Rosebud, this Jekyll, this Dorian Gray.
2River View, 2_3 (Spring 1998)