David Trinidad Poems

I went to his sixty-sixth birthday
dinner: sixteen years ago this past
November. I remember that it was at
Chelsea Central (his favorite restaurant:
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Depressed because my
book wasn't nominated
for a gay award,
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came in a pink,
orange and white
striped metal tube,
with a black curlicue
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The night reduced to a siren, a sigh:

Beautiful boy on the treadmill

Glimpsed sweating through sweating glass—
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Bewitched
the boys were out
in force

Drunken-
ness and lust
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To be one such one—for one night only.
To be singled out
for this brief distinction
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for Nick Twemlow

It's annoying
how much
junk mail
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In color photographs, my childhood house looks
fresh as an uncut sheet cake—
pale yellow buttercream, ribbons of white trim
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