Unknown to myself,

Hidden in my heart,

Like a hunch in your gut,

Or a voice in the dark.


Strange street signs and alleyways,

can’t see where this leads,

One step at a time,

I trip over my feet.


Neon letters glow

With an electric pulse,

A beacon flickers below,

And tells me where


To head first.

No hand to hold,

Go it alone.

Bodies move on impulse, and slip by close.


These are the bright lights,

They thrum and surge,

And I retreat behind them,

into the club.



Originally exhibited as part of the Stonewall Season, November 2016. 

Photo by the author.



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