After you turn fifty,
women tend to look
six inches over your head,
as if your genes
are a pile of dog ****
not worthy of registering
in their senses
much less allowing
inside their
worthy bodies.
After sixty
they consign you
without a thought
to the biological
dumpster.
The seeds of
this evolutionary
disaster are planted
even earlier.
No blame:
they are only
listening to
the humming
of their ovaries.

  ~mce