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.