By Frank Ortega
A young Narcissus
coming
in from the rain
kneels
before the blow
drier
of a men’s
public room.
Stealing reflections
selfish
from its curved chrome
he watches his hand
style
precious locks
teased
through hot forced air;
strained,
he dries also
his pants.
This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #3. To return to the table of contents, click here.
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