look away but not wanting to be seen, you slip into the alley just behind some boxes. From your vantage point, you can see without being seen by them and, glancing back the way you came, from the street. Turning back to the unwitting actors who are on a stage for an audience of one, you can see the men fumbling with each other’s bodies, with each other’s lips. The bigger one is leaning against the wall, his lover kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. The thin one starts to lift the shirt of the man he has pressed against the wall and drop his head to the chest of the big man he is taking. The man against the wall reaches out as if trying to find a hold on the flat wall, moaning. Then a