totally infatuated
with each other
until we started talking politics
one morning after a lusty
session of making love.
it was an unfortunate turn
of events, because i was looking
forward to more happier
times.
but then she said something about
going to a protest march.
defunding the police,
and having no borders,
or jails,
mandatory vaccines,
no voter ID's,
letting boys play
in girl's sports,
and giving free health care
to non-citizens,
not to mention free surgical
care for
transitioning boys and girls
taught by
drag queens.
we need more social workers
and cashless bail, she told me,
then revealed
a tattoo of Bernie Sanders
on her shoulder
next to a hammer and sickle.
i lay there and said nothing.
keeping my mouth shut.
maybe i can fake this for another
week or two, i thought,
before she knows
i'm on the other side.
how about i make us some
breakfast, i proposed,
leaning over to sweetly kiss
her on the cheek.
how would you like your eggs,
honey?
bacon, maybe?
wheat toast?
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