drag is saving my life.
i have consumed every facebook live show and every ounce of color and shine
my favorite queen, statuesque and gorgeous and charming, from her living room
where her partner, in a bejeweled jacket, joins her, watching her virtual tips come in:
"oh my god, we can pay the mortgage!" he says, "hush," she says,
twirling.
later we are preparing for our own missive from our house,
the queerest place i know how to build,
my partner is teaching me how to be something else.
"the point is to be as ugly as possible," they say, pulling out
an array of darker browns and blacks than any foundation i currently own.
the sweetest thing that has ever happened to me:
my partner, drawing contours on my face as we turn into stage selves
"it takes a lot to make you ugly, honey."