Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Alone

in the Queer bar with ice water that costs $1.50
twenty years & hundreds of girlfriends later
I still
don't know how to do this
Never will
So I enjoy the closely swaying women's bodies
flicker of simmering desire
in this one place where we can sort of be
ourselves
that in every town is always smoky, tacky, & not quite clean
where class & race dim in red spinning lights
a haze of booze
Sober
this is not my home
but there's no place else to go
in a strange city.

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