The restaurant of mid century gold
You were annoyed
I was overwhelmed
It was loud
I capitulated to going cause you wanted
I didn’t want to be there
You vocalized a kind of frustration
You were annoyed your “male” partner kept going to these events with you
You told me I don’t belong
You accused me of making people uncomfy
I couldn’t bear it the fear overwhelming
By form of exclusion
I came out
I told her I’m not a man
I’m nonbinary and that
This was not the first time I told this
I resented the need to defend myself
Defend Myself from you
I hate what you said
I hate what you meant
You then came out yourself after me only moments
And we sat there and pondered
If this happened
You saying you’re not bi and me saying I’m not a man
Did that make us fate sealed
The fear of what came next
A whole fucking year later
I think we died in that Blonde Cafe
Each a dead self and then later
Us