Beneath the great city
lies curious Underland,
Where the man on the train
takes up three seats
with unabashed manspread…
He’s not unattractive
if I squint
with his head between his knees
in relaxed, if awkward pose.
Why does my brain
always sexualize everything?
Oh. Right. I’m a dude.
Sometimes I forget.
In my sex starved brain
he’s a nameless bathhouse hookup:
“Lose the towel.”
- But wait! – The way still life subject
just crossed his legs
is decidedly GAY
and I realize the object of my fantasy
is actually cruising me,
even as he clears his throat
near mid Central Park
and his bathhouse counterpart
spreads himself open
to receive the affections
which his flesh and blood inspiration
would clearly choose to enact. Only this man is taken
and White Rabbit late.
Written by Jason Wright
November 29, 2018