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



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—
    you should give him a chance!