I’m drunk on words from the mouths of immortals
My slap-happy smile and ginger pink cheeks
wax and wain with the turning of the page
Coffee-stained eyes peg me for queer
As they read the title of my poetry book.
Ignoring them, with eyes like a child
I continue to read and continue to smile
Gay as I am, from the lessons and stories
being handed down to me in ink
The Girl in blue looks at me, I wink,
treat her to tea and conversation.
And we get drunk together.