We lined the boys against the wall – this one’s got balls, 
he got moxie. 
Cappuccino hand – cell phone wrist. 
That grin, lord almighty we know that grin.
Ignore his suit pants. 
Ignore everything past his 
Pearly Whites. 
Love me no wrong – love me 
virility and polished shoes 
old age grows – a mansion. 
Captivated by the interior. Felt up by dollar bills

Put on your best dress
sit proper at the edge of the bed
let him join you
hip to hip
he reaches with cufflinks
and a pressed white shirt
to grasp your hand
and stares into your reflections
in an antique mirror
that was his great-grandmother’s
from the old country

Woke up with the sweat
that doesn’t make me squirm
Not anymore.
From that dream of translucent cobras curled round
black widow spiders blue
audible contractions as it squeezed
and I know full well cobras do not constrict
but there it was.