Kiss Me, Dismiss Me

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.