….with guitar
cocked
at superbowled crowds
you swivel off
the stage –
raspberryberet
doffd
hair perfectly
coiffed
you exit
just like you
steppd
rightoutta
boxed sets
and locked closets
and all the worlds
straight jackets
you
queered identity
constantly
walking away casually
devastatingly
especially from your name
here’s to you
my fuckalicious
omnisexual
purpleraining
and dovecrying
intertwining now
in a postmortal threesome
with
michael david and whitney
i know
youre still seductively
whispering
something formerly known as poetry