IR A UN ENTIERRO
I am 301 in dog years.
Given that, I look good for my age.
A friend turning 50 lifts her shirt
To show her leopard print teddy.
We discuss thongs and whisper Victoria’s secrets.
In the pool at the Y, I overhear
An elderly woman to her girlfriend,
I wouldn’t mind nibbling his toes,”
Giggling, “among other things.”
I get nervous, collect the kids, and go shower.
At my son’s play rehearsal,
A boy feels entitled to tell me
That he would date me. I suppose
This is a compliment.
His standards are lower than mine.
All cats are gray in the dark
The insult to cats hangs like a multi-para’s breasts.
A woman I know revels in eccentricities
Awash in polyester, she dips her peds into SAS shoes.
Her patch replaces estrogen with bad taste.
Teddyless, her underwear covers her belly
Like snow caps the Jungfrau.