On Testing Positive

Don’t look
at angry men
resigned to padded beds
and lounging chairs.
Turn yourself
from swift-tongued women
caught in fearsome cotton-balled explosions.

The curtain cannot hide the commode,
and ears aren’t made for acrobatics.

This day will come.
Remember youth’s abundance
its jelly rolling and long eyelashes,
the triumphs of bedding a new spouse.