At Night

We loved many things,
But never rainbows and unicorns,
Never glitter and cupcakes.
Stepping out at night,
The moon a smog covered beam –
Of something straight to the heart,
And you take my hand as we cross the street,
Nervously bumping hips until,
Padded we touch and forget to move away.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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