One I wrote on my first visit to the lesbian bar that would become a second home for me the next couple of years.  The idea is impractical, but intrigued me.

Bar Hopping

I wonder if the web of our lives
stretches back to L.A.
If I could have cashed in
this return flight ticket
and bar hopped
from one safe place to another,
weaving a trail of friends
back to where I started a week ago
when I first decided to test the water
where I could screw up safely,
but didn’t.
Only whet my appetite for more.