Today Poem by
Joan Pond

Today

Today
men are flexing in the playa,
showing off their stuff.
Hey,
I'm married and not interested.
It's what goes on inside,
I think.
But I recall the train from Cuzco.
This guy had a problem with his shorts,
adjusting himself,
as pulling taffy.
I wanted to slap him silly. Now,
I watch these men through blinds.
Blinded by the light of day,
or perhaps
their own hand.
Hey,
I'm married and not interested.
It's what goes on inside,

I think.

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