I’m in the doldrums

Caught between hither and

Nigh limbo fence sitting

A wallflower waiting watching

And wondering who if

And when someone will

If they ever will

I see eyes eyeing

Studying snouts turned upwards

Trying to catch scents

Of fowl in grass

Some prey are thankful

For not being eaten

But me just once

I wish to be

Someone else’s midnight snack

So many many men

Who look like men

Have egos as delicate

As a freshly iced

Pond in late November

One awkward step and

It disintegrates as quickly

As a sugar cube

Dropped into hot tea

And you’re left blinking

And wondering why what

Part of not interested

Is so damn damaging

As you watch them

Run under the hem

Of their mama’s skirt