I yelled “Hey Handsome” at Victor out the window
and immediately felt like I was cheating on you.
But it’s only Victor,
whose vague Eastern European accent we find affected
whose charade of wearing pink pumps with his three-piece suit
shut down Human Resources that whole Tuesday morning.
And it’s only you, handsome in your own European way
but not as handsome as your boyfriend
who is not as handsome as mine.
Yelling at Victor from a Honda is not how I thought we’d end up
you and me
but we’ve protested
and we’ve sung hymns on hard benches
and I’m running out of ways to love you.