Bent on being straight

He pushed her to the floor
the cutlery fell beside them.
Identity is a vicious trap
to be caught in.
Lives are lived
as if they were screenings
of a movie.
The planetary chaos
rejects your sex.
Your idea of a man is a robot.

He calls her "an inane bitch"
because she wants to be a playwright.
He is the tamed Tiger
who swipes his paw
at the memories
of a freer time.

She is blood and birth
the giver of more death.
She mirrors his loss.
Her saffron dress has long sleeves,
his hands leave bruises.