Avenue B

By KEVIN HAUTIGAN

If you ever want to feel real,
even important,
cry on the street.
Sob. Heave. Bum a half-smoked cigarette.
Drunks rally around your wet eyes:
A woman brings a paper cup of soft serve.
A man in a floral shirt puts his hand on your shoulder
to deliver queer advice:
“You’re just going through it, hun.
We’re all always going through it.”

 

Kevin Hautigan is from South Florida and lives in New York City. He graduated from Georgetown University.

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Avenue B

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