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forgetful dyke (Free verse) by elizabethann I went out to dinner with my parents last night
A Mexican restaurant of their choice
I caught their looks when I came down
Their disapproving stares at my baggy jeans,
my black beanie and my chain wallet
No one can accept me, not even the woman
who brought me to life
The restaurant was packed on a Saturday night
so I got all their stares, too
I went outside right away
for a cigarette
And then, ever the gentleman,
I hid my Marlboro's under my napkin
so my parents wouldn't have to stare
at cancer all night
Dinner was uneventful, but the music was good
I didn't speak to them, but tipped the
guitar player $10
$10 that I will need for more cigarettes because
in all my kindess,
I forgot
mine
under my napkin.
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