becoming a nude male model

i pick up a part time

job

at the community college

as a nude

male model

for an art class.

they needed a middle age

white man

with no hair

and big feet to pose

for them.

although i fibbed about 

the middle age part.

if that was true,

i'd live to be one hundred

and forty,

give or take a year or two.

i find out later that it's

an abstract art

class, ala Pablo Picasso, 

which is a fortunate thing,

because now

there are no true replications

of me.

sometimes they ask

me to stand on my head,

or to put an apple

in my mouth.

or to bend my arms

and legs in crazy ways.

everyone tries not to

laugh, but i can hear them

snickering behind

their easels.

it's very uncomfortable later

when i see the students

in the cafeteria

having coffee after class.