Chloe Erin. Manchester
P o e t r y
"'i can always hear it', a poem about my love for the gay village back in manchester where i'm from."
i can always hear it
the glittered cobbles of canal street scream:
clickclack heels or stomping polished boots
belong to any face you choose, each one is
beautiful because nobody questions why
an understanding of exactly who you are
is hard to find but localised in this square
mile of loving validation endlessly, don't
they say it takes a village to raise a dyke?
necking back a shot is not compulsory but
if it doesn't hurt you'll do it twice when you
concede "why not!" as friends apply a lovely
pressure you kind of hoped they'd offer out
emboldened by the general consensus that
anything goes you freely let desire win and
what happens in the cubicle will linger on in
sharpied stories for a read on your third piss
you'll feel it most when vogueing under strobe
lights, surrounded by a magic only we can see,
golden, luminous drag queens bask beneath a
mirrorball, familiar smiles say welcome home
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