Condoms


I have been handing out condoms for too long;
Everything reminds me of them:

Socks hanging on a clothesline
My dad's cigars, encased in metal cylinders
Fire hydrants ejaculating into the gutter
Thin loaves of bread cooling in the baker's window
The little bag my friend slides over the umbrella
The nightstick swinging by a policewoman's side
The long skinny balloons the zoo clown twists into animal shapes
Sausage casings hanging from the butcher's rack
Dachshunds being walked by old women in the park
Slowly ripening summer squash
My mother's rolling pin, drying in the dish rack
Hot dogs, boiling in a pot on the stove
Even the trees look naked to me

Nothing should exist without a layer of latex.

YELL home

ACT UP/New York