Hemingway
who I officially hate
said
"write drunk; edit sober."
And I hate him again.
Stupid man.fights
Stupid boy.
Stupid. Stupid.
And then Faulkner
supposedly said something
about "kill
your
darlings."
No. I will not.
I cherish every moment. The sweaty
sick flu virus
the diapers
the
stupid bits.
Cooking macaroni & cheese
and hot dogs
and pudding.
Those things.
Do not make room for deep
poetry.
But are,
in them their they
very selves: Poems.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
On Being A Drag Queen, trapped in a woman's body
Watching the queens
on bravo
and remebering my childhood of drag queens
and YMCA
at the bar,
when my mama would bring me
coke with lots of cherries
and a man would show up in a black velvet pant suit
and a lot of hair
and shoes. SHOES!
with eyeliner
and a lot of make up
and some tucked bits
I am inspired to go looking.
I google "green frog."
I google "gay bar"
I google "small southern Louisiana shrimping town where we lived
in the back room and I got picked on
because my mama
made some "choices" ......."
I get about five results.
Seriously.
Who gets five hits on google?
Who?
Oh, Ru Paul,
I adore you. But.
You got some splainin' to do.
on bravo
and remebering my childhood of drag queens
and YMCA
at the bar,
when my mama would bring me
coke with lots of cherries
and a man would show up in a black velvet pant suit
and a lot of hair
and shoes. SHOES!
with eyeliner
and a lot of make up
and some tucked bits
I am inspired to go looking.
I google "green frog."
I google "gay bar"
I google "small southern Louisiana shrimping town where we lived
in the back room and I got picked on
because my mama
made some "choices" ......."
I get about five results.
Seriously.
Who gets five hits on google?
Who?
Oh, Ru Paul,
I adore you. But.
You got some splainin' to do.