What you said was gender bias

From opacity, clarity comes.

Our charming neighbors
were joined in holey matrimony.

Violet, with the dark roots, raccoon eyes,
crooked carriage and melted candle pallor,

and The Dutchman, a jolly moon-faced whistler
with fatso suspenders and a ring of jangling keys.

His gassy tales and backslappers,

and her quiet confessions of heartache
for some long dead lover.
Embarrassed was a word dropped more than once.

But it is You and I
that reach the point,
and pivot.

Your sympathy,
it lay with the woman.
But mine lay with the man,

who was deceived.