"Evening Man" by Frederick Seidel:
The man in bed with me this morning is myself, is me,
The sort of same-sex marriage New York State allows.
Both men believe in infidelity.
Both wish they could annul their marriage vows.This afternoon I will become the Evening Man,
Who does the things most people only dream about.
He swims around his women like a swan, and spreads his fan.
You can’t drink that much port and not have gout.In point of fact, it is arthritis.
His drinking elbow aches, and he admits to this.
To be a candidate for higher office,
You have to practice drastic openness.
The full poem is here.
(Image via Photopic Sky Survey with a 360-degree interactive map of the stars. Click "i" for the constellations, via Edith Zimmerman)
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