The breath between twenty years That same breath tonight We'll always betray ourselves Always hold back time “We all have rituals,” my friend said, absently digging around the sides of her cup with her spoon. We sat tucked in a corner of Amorino, and it was growing dark. Outside, Greenwich Village bustled into night, and here the windows grew reflective and self-contained inside the gelato shop. “But Trans people, Queer people,” she said, shaking her head, “Folks on the ma