what brings you to denmark

the first man I encounter says, what brings you to Denmark?

and I say, I don’t know.

trying to find myself.

he says, here you are.

then we talk some about four days… Berlin… visas… ninety days… Schengen…

he says, you’ll be fine. I hope you find what it is you seek, and then he stamps my passport.

I’d arrived at the uncool hour

~ i wrote ~

Outside Berghain — I’d arrived at the uncool hour of half-past midnight, as instructed by savvy locals — I joined the growing queue and tried to be cool about getting in, as instructed by same, until someone let me know that I was in the line for men, and I was escorted right through a side door designated for the lady-identified and waited no minutes at all be body-searched by a very tall non-binary German who did not think I was cute or interesting.

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