Drag Act

By | 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,
so we will say
whether in coronets,
or to someone in chains,
My father, my son.

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