you said
we all
have the love of men and women inside us
you said
you were born to love men  
if we have two sides of the coin, who flips it?  
you had no answer  
you asked,
had I ever loved a man  
yes, we were young and he was beautiful  
but I did not tell him,
nor did I want him
you asked why,
as if…I was denying myself
some privilege with half of humanity
I said, it
would have seemed queer,
to be with him that way
queer like mustard on chocolate    
not evil, not sinful but queer    
like beer with breast milk  
you said
that was sad  
I said
I was not sad  
but not born that way  
two sides of the coin, you said?  
inside all of us  
but you knew not who flipped it
nor why