the girl outside the supermarket

the tall girl lifts her nose at me
outside a supermarket
as if I were a walking garbage
can; and I had had no desire for her,
no more desire
than for a walking
what was her message?:
that I would never see the tops of her

I am a man in his 50’s;
sex is hardly an aching mystery
to me, So I can’t understand
being snubbed by a
walking phonepole…
I leave young girls to young

it’s a lonely world
of frightened people,
just as it has always

she’ll go home to her electric
vibrator now.