The Pegasus Prize
My aunt enters the room naked, waving
a lit cigarette. "Who wants hot dogs,
who wants hamburgers, and how many?"
My cousin flips her comic book page
but doesn’t look. I can’t stop
looking. I have never seen breasts
full like pockets, nipples crinkled and red.
Below her belly a black vee aims
between thighs as creased and rumpled
as sheets before bed-making. My aunt
takes our orders, breathes a ring of smoke,
and tilts away in jewel-toed slippers,
her puckery bottom jiggling like pudding.
She’s off to ask our brothers.