Drag Act

1 November 2018

When you consider the flea,
inbeing I mean,
hopping through whole
possibilities of cinema:
the assorted drag act
and bodies – old crossdressing injuries
in and out of roles
where we fit
crape hair, crap heir
to breakfast rolls, tin cans,
being Queen, being Titian,
tic-ridden,
so we will say
afterall
whether in coronets,
or to someone in chains,
My father, my son.

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