Saturday, June 26, 2010

Classiqueaux 1



IN ADVANCE OF CALLING HER NICOLE


I see she's dead now,  fashionista,

Histrionic, taller than me, her mouth large,

Her tongue uncompromising.


Shopping, tireless in the fitting rooms,

You'd hold hangers while she slipped over and in.

She made -- and kept me -- male.




(notes for a future long poem)

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