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.

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Weekly Contributor // Writer/Director/NYC/Guncle/Author of “Prepare for the Ultimate Gaslighting”/Book debut from Avid Reader Press 2023 // www.juliovincent.com

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