We’re not all lesbians at this bar and grill (not yet?
not practicing? only in heart?), chiaroscuro as the room is
with expensive ambiance and dear cuts of meat
and fish overlaid with nouveau fruit sauce, it’s clear
that the most manly woman among us, older,
wearing cowboy boots and a turquoise bolo,
is probably neither entirely straight nor wholly
queer. When she begins to confess her ‘secret’—