Twenty-One Wilted Roses

Im sitting down at a table.

Like I do everyday.

Eating lunch.

Today its a lush spinach salad with grilled tofu.

Delicious.

I eat it bite by bite.

Something was different today though.

I'm at a restraunt.

I look up for a seccond.

I pause, and look around.

My makeup, plastic surgey like face, femine skirt, and delicate blouse still did not prevent people from noticing I used to be a guy.

I mean, I still was a guy.

I hadn't got.... that surgery yet.

I still having a fucking dick.

No lie.

The thing is, is now I need to use the bathroom.

I let my eyes wander, and they fall upon the bathroom doors.

One male,

One female.

Which should I use?

I nudge my body up slowly,

And gracefully walk to the doors.

I reach out for a door handle.

I grasp it.

I walk in.

And a memory hits me.

I'm younger.

In drag.

I go into the mens room.

A buff guy is in there.

He grabs me by my neck and lifts me off my feet.

Pushing me to the wall.

"Never come in here again you stupid fucking faggot."

He threw me out the door.

And I ran...

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.