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GIGOLO
What a job! To come up
every day with another bit
of clever ad copy meant to cop
not a sale, but a feel.
The daily dandy dress-up
in the latest surly slouch
to knock her heart out
but not knock her up.
The eternal salespitch
of love-love-love.
It’s work, he’ll tell you.
This nine-to-five-to-
nine-again grind will do
him in. No time off,
and the tedious benefits.
No sick leave, not for him.
See, she’s waiting
right beside the bed.
Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in the Sierra Nevada
, and also helps her husband (a retired wildlife biologist) with his field projects. Her
poems have appeared in America, The Iowa Review, The New York Quarterly, Poetry International,
and elsewhere, and she’s included in the anthology California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the
Present (Santa Clara University, 2004). Her newest book, The Downstairs Dance Floor
(Texas Review Press, 2006),is winner of the Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize.
Taylor Graham
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