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The Map – poem

  Survey it. I’ve got one plush chair. Stacked with books and bills, costume pearls          dangle over dice and magazines.                  Sit on the carpet, the bed      if it’s a problem. Outside     the slanted bay windows           thousands   of reflections burn light from dawns       that pop without fog.       This city is not       the map, I am the … Continue reading

Poetry

Queen – Poem

I love her brand of lady, the slanted sequined mirror. The sassy kiss of a drag queen is everyone’s dream. Her brazen farce pulls in— take me as I am— bitch. Tits of foam and crystal spike heels— let’s peel back gender. Flirt. I’d paint on eyebrows like a roller coaster ride. I’d reclaim beauty, … Continue reading