Wednesday, January 8, 2014

What old men do

Now my husband reminds me 
of my father. It may be all men 
resemble my father 
when their vital organs wane. 
It may be they all sit for hours
in oversized chairs to read the paper, 
and scold about the wrong turn 
the world has taken
since they were young and quick. 
It may be they all sink 
into long naps
while watching TV mobsters 
and large game 
chow each other down. 
It may be they all 
make grocery shopping 
the high spot of their days, 
and yet each morning, shave, 
fuss with their hair, pat on racy cologne 
and dress to kill.