Kiss Me, Dismiss Me
A sonnet you can't erase
What a thing it is to not exist at all –
Just a pit stop to love on either team,
A party trick invoked by a catcall
To kiss their girl, or even make her scream.
As real as the unicorn of legend,
The mythic third, to be used and explored –
Oh, you chose to love a man in the end?
Well, then clearly you’re not bi anymore!
Such shame that I may always pass, unseen,
In places where my peers still live in fear;
Such loneliness, forever in between,
“Just a phase,” not enough yet still too queer.
Still worse to be a fetish and consumed,
Valid in men’s dreams and their girl’s bedroom.