Summer Nights

                                    

                                          
The boyfriend of a groomsman,
The wedding of two christians,
Surrounded by two christian families.
Being mistaken for another groomsman at the rehearsal dinner,
Laughing it off. 
Not a single person asking my pronouns the whole time. 
The bridal party and their plus ones have a table by the dance floor, 
And by 'by' I mean their table is the border of the dancefloor,
And I don't want to sit in the view of the cameras or cramp anyone's style. 
I'd like to dance myself, but the groomsman doesn't want to, ever.
He wants to go sit in our chairs.
I think I'd rather rip my skin off.
He doesn't want to stand, doesn't want to sit outside because it's too cold, doesn't want to leave me standing in the corner alone because there's nowhere else to sit. 
He decides to stand with me. 
I wrap my arm around his waist and sway to the beat. I try to turn him towards me so he and I can dance slowly and in our own bubble of the room. 
He's uninterested.
I just tell him I love him and sing along to the music.
Suddenly, there's a rhythm I would have never known if it wasn't for multiple rehearsals and a show.
Summer Nights-
Amidst all the 2000's party music, 
Summer Nights.
Summer Nights-
When my partner won't dance,
Summer Nights.
Summer Nights-
When you were already on my mind,
Summer. Nights.
I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. 
I felt off the rest of that night.