-And the many frustrations of desire
The grey-haired gay is shouting
at the bar
in a solo argument
loud and too incoherent to be deciphered.
I feel so sad for his inability
to be desired
that I forget momentarily
the weight of feeling sorry for myself
in a room filled with undesirable men.
As I go out,
I distastefully want to thank him,
but cannot find the right words.
I do not speak Spanish.
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