and plainly spoken
I don’t feel so worthy of attention.
I have it all here,
laid out on my bed,
wig and makeup,
leotard and tutu,
tights and heels,
feathers, faux fur,
but I’m not ready
to put it all on yet,
I’m not sure what
I’m putting it on for,
I’m still not sure exactly
what I’m trying to say.
Drag Soc’s show is tomorrow
and I’ve invited Mzz B round
to my flat to see my act in full.
I wanted to be ready before
they got here but I’m not
happy with my makeup,
I’ve put it on and taken it off
three times. I know it’s not
the most important thing.
I imagined opening the door
looking perfect, in character
being shady and charming
and confident and fierce,
but right now I’m a wreck.
My desk is covered in makeup
and wipes with the brown,
