There was porn
on the TV when
I fell asleep, the irony
not wasted in dreams
I had bulging muscles,
blinding white teeth
and the Instagram hair
of hot selfie-junkies
I held fuzzy puppies
against my well-combed
chest, cute babies
to raise my ‘gram-score
followers flocked
like zombies, desperately
not seeking brains,
my obligatory speedo
shot in rippling abs light
with the bulge of my package
sublime, echoes of boys
unzipping
in
self-dalliance
I awake with a chuckle,
a thought comes to mind,
the words of a well-meaning aunt
blind to the sensibilities
of a modern gay man,
she talks me up to a date:
he’s such a nice person
with a great personality—
really
you should give him a chance!
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