Drag – for Rachael Gray
The most amazing drag queens haunt my sleep
one in a black silk gown whose tight-cinched waist
implies that she’s had several ribs replaced.
She’s like two triangles. The two foot deep
white tangles of one’s hair jut at the side
flop at the front. It’s like a Pekinese
were sitting there, and flopping at its ease
over her eyes. I really can’t decide
what they are doing here. I think they’re cool,
so stylish, so soigne and so bizarre.
There is a sort of beauty goes so far
-a geisha’s eyebrows, dark lips of a ghoul-
it makes us think. Its glory is to dare
extremes, be great by simply being there.