in the glass ceiling the homophobic man caught
reflections of himself, but with his glasses stashed
on the bathroom shelf he thought
he was being viewed by another man
someone, he said, has scaled the house
peers in my window for perverted pleasure
and he preened for a moment then he called
his buddy Bill, always ready with a night stick
quick with a hard fist, and he said
Hurry, I've spotted a pervert! so Bill did,
come quick, that is, and broke up the glass
for a better view, but now neither man
could see a thing, well if they looked closely,
they could see each other.