Adulthood is an audience-less sizzling omelet
show in a tiny comedy theater (not an age nor funeral

procession of lust lost through losing virginity to losing
virginity (sex without Olympics) after a balmy sauna

packed with strangers’ Spaghetti-o’s);
it is a profession of love to long-curdled milk

and similar to childhood:
a surfeit of waiting

(originally published in White Stag, Vol. 1, Issue #2)