she asks me what it’s like,
loving a woman when i, too, am a woman

and she laughs,
which is the one who sits and watches tv while the other one cleans?

she asks: how does your love work,
do you trade off who goes off with their friends while the other one stresses?

but our love works like this:
she saw her favorite dessert in our fridge

and she waited until i came home
so that we could split it.