Bi-Curious Taco Night 🌮

A Filipino crispy pork belly egg breakfast taco

In Greenwich Village on a perfectly warm summer Friday night

A table for two

Next to tables for more

Filled with straights

Medical students

Drunk girls

Cow towing to the men they sit with

Tight shorts from online shopping

And New Year's plans

And weekend houses

The drunk girl makes animal bird like noises

Calls everyone "Baby"

And shhhshes everyone

Even though she is the loudest person in this restaurant

A gay ghost walks by

Wandering to a table for two

In the back corner of a patio

On a perfectly warm summer night

A pair of finance bros sits at the high top

They speak directly to each other

A couple, on a date, sit comfortably close to each other on the other end of the high top table

Gay ghosts are harder to find

Because that what happens to us

On perfectly warm summer nights

In a city like this

But I do see them

Walking by

Looking in on patios

Lit by strung lights and Pride flags

Because why the fuck not?

On a night like this

In a city like that serves

Filipino crispy pork belly and egg breakfast tacos.

*And then, Britney Spear's "Crazy" starts playing almost from another time, another world.

I bop as I eat my Filipino crispy pork belly and egg breakfast taco.

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