can i panic in a restaurant for you?
wonder what is possible and what food
even is and if you’ll leave me in
this futureless space this laminated plastic
and plates with patterns we’ll all forget.
can i see your face in the ruins
of uneaten food while, cowering in fear
you insist that i order for you? and can you freak out
in the group chat, wondering if i’ll text on your
behalf, like if secretaries were depressed lesbians
and you had the confidence to be someone’s worst boss
someone’s Alison Green horror story for the whole internet
except for me. if only you’d been openly problematic
i could have at least been radicalized. but instead i am
exhausted in the corridors of a restaurant without
gender-neutral facilities, and you are on your phone
and now that we don’t talk i don’t even know
what you’ll consume, if not my joy.


mk zariel (it/its) is a transmasculine poet, theater artist, movement journalist, & insurrectionary anarchist. it is fueled by folk-punk, Emma Goldman, and existential dread. it can be found online at https://linktr.ee/mkzariel, creating conflictually queer-anarchic spaces, and being mildly feral in the great lakes region. it is kinda gay ngl.
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