Poetry

Queers in New York

In a coffee shop,

I overhear

a fragment,

of the words that pass

calmly,

between two men

in suits.

I feel

I’m in

a different country now.

#Man 1 – “Off to New York tomorrow.”

#Man 2 – “Ah, going to see the queers.”

I am immobilized.

They drink their coffee.

 

 

 

 

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5 replies »

  1. I stopped in a local cafe to pick up lunch the other day. I was astounded with the owner, who himself is an immigrant. His dislike for so many American things. He also comments on same sex love in a derogatory way, and – I let him know I did not approve of his comments.

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