Restaurant abuse

Sometimes abuse happens in intimate places

where people are lovers,

or once thought they were.

And sometimes it happens

in spaces of public display,

where those who understand the rules 

cruelly subjugate the fools like me.

I have been abused three times:

it appears to be what I do.

And it’s time I told persons who fake love of my person 

to finally desist 

in all and every intent.

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