It would be such a burden
as San Francisco
is recreated
just for me.
I’d have to learn so many things
like talking elite
raising the finger
and the lip
succumbing to pleasure
and placing the foot
the new endless worries
of which lines to cross
to gate the community
before it shuts me out
or in
to find entertainment
that used to be polo
and before that
just Marco in the pool
the constant search
to find someone adequate
to manage my life
so I never have to
do anything myself
as I learn to discriminate
and accept my excess
the taste of refined
the art on the wall
the limited acquaintance
I pretend to call friend
as I tether myself
so my elevation
isn’t lost
in the upper reaches
and I write
my place in history
allow Presidents to visit
and greet the Pope
as he kisses my feet