After class Thursday nights,
the students meet at the
Philosopher's Club. It's
right around the corner from the
streetcar tracks at the West Portal tunnel.
No one bothers to check I.D.'s. Five or six of them get 'shooters'
and talk - about sex, usually. 'Let me tell you about this dildo
I bought, ' one girl says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem