NaPoWriMo # 28

Two aging men together

Suddenly, two elderly men

cornered on the love corner

of their sixty-something

bankrupt dreams are witnesses

of the epidemic spread of fear

and rejection. They are 

together. Giving each other

what remains of their dignity,

pillaging death, and salt.

They’ve learned to queer it up

without a map, without a condom,

with no more radar than their intuition.

They distill with patient certainty

the fact that there is no better tomorrow

for those who seek to be sanctified

by the light of the phallus.

A hand strings together their grey hairs,

their star of David. Who cares if you’re young,

you’ll get there too.