Sitting outside a gay club
Tights covering my thighs, cold on the concrete
The bouncer gives me a lighter cuz the matches got wet
as I biked here in the rain
re-applied glitter in the rain
i'm glistening, from heaven to cheekbone to fingterip
I light one wick, two wicks, and each wick lights two more and suddenly
there's a palm-of-hand-sized star on 16th and Harrison
and the pavement is dancing with firelight on the gravel
like the sidewalk just reapplied glitter in the rain
white wine in tiny tupperware
lavender petals in a pocket pouch
breathe, besamim, breathe
sitting in the alleyway by the doorway outside of a gay club
and my glitter matches the candlelight
as the bouncer's lighter lights the wicks cuz the matches were wet
dripping wax on my leggings
burns through to my skin
bite my lip
feel alive
hamavdil bein kodesh
syncopates with the queer chitchat
dance floor laughter overlayed like amens
go inside
and my smile cannot hide
what a better way to bid your second soul adieu
than in the alleyway, outside a club, that's as gay as you