Quiz Night
by Connor Byrne
poetry | 30/04/2020
She says, I have a question. Do you have a ? So, you have a ? Do you want to get ? What is the ? How would you have ?
I say, I will try to explain but please think before asking these questions again She says, how do you have ? Who are you to?
Picture someone in your head, right now, what is it? I say, imagine a colour wheel, gender is like She says, do you mind I keep saying ? I’m sorry I keep saying I think it’s just because I see you as a . I just think you are a . You’re very though, if I was a I would. She says, I shouldn’t say that. She says, who could have guessed we’d end up getting into all this? I say