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The night before the Club Q shooting by Jonathan Fletcher

June 18, 2024
Reading Time: 1 Minutes

I was at the Stonewall Inn,

my roommate in tow,

his boyfriend, too, dancing

upstairs, moving

in sync, to Diplo, Kygo.

 

Around us swayed couples,

throuples, the uncoupled.

Above us hung rows

of rainbow flags. Below us,

the linoleum vibrated.

 

On stage, in knee-high

leather boots, Prada G Major

danced. In my chest,

I felt the bass. In the crowd,

I felt safe. I felt loved.

 

And waited for the beat to drop

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Fletcher, Jonathan
Jonathan Fletcher holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Columbia University School of the Arts. His work has been featured in numerous literary journals and magazines, and he has won or placed in various literary contests. A Pushcart Prize nominee, he currently serves as a Zoeglossia Fellow and lives in San Antonio, Texas.

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