pride day, the boy says
to me
as he hands
me my
Grande americano.
he has pink hair
woven into
pigtails
and is
wearing
a green tutu with matching
slippers.
i can see the hair
on his chest.
huh?
i say.
what?
happy what?
pride day, he says again.
it's pride
month all month.
every day
we're celebrating
the diversity
in
our genders and sexual
preferences.
oh, i say.
okay. great.
good for you, but
do you mind putting
an extra
shot into my
cup?
it's a little weak.
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