Smiling At It All

Evening twilight hazes in upstairs
On the corner at the back end
Of the gay bar in town.
I wear my new pink t-shirt,
Reference literature and fine wines
And polish the fingerprints from the glass
Of a friend's newly cut photo frames
For a Gay Pride Week exhibition,

And the greatest surprise is not my
Location or the situation
But rather a Breakfast At Tiffany's poster,
Holly Golightly smiling at it all,
An image I've grown to know so well
From ex-girlfriends' bedroom walls.


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