A Kave a Friend - And the Waters Rise

After 17 years of celibacy, i write about how the weight of the ask is gravely misunderstood. A few months ago, i met a friend, my queer poet friend, kave akbar to work through what i've been writing. The man in the booth next to us stood up, scowled and laged. Later, our waitress comes over and she's like, i don't know if you heard any comments the man made, but i just wanted to apologize. She continued, and he paid for the table next to you for having to endure conversation. And then he left. He believed he was being holy by not eating with sinners us a table away. I