LIGHTS AND TUNNELS

Joy Cometh this Summer: Ode from a NYC Gay Bar

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”

I write to you from a high-top table,
At a New York City gay bar,
A bar that has been forced to serve chips and salsa,
A hot dog, or a soft pretzel,
With a very strange nacho cheese sauce.
We must eat, they say,
So we may open.