a few voices
as I walk home during the night
hey faggot your ass must hurt
I walk faster
not wanting to know what is next
just drunk voices
surely they be sneering
as I walk away

There at the bbq
thunder comes rolling closer
scaring my friend in their home
– I’m here, I won’t leave
– you’re funny, but
when the thunder draws close
I’ll need a man
a real one
she said

Tinder said you’re not my type
a real man is taller
-and not that fat
you got hair on your chest?
only date white guys —
out of all these
at least fag*
gendered me correctly
and wasn’t racist

I’m out.