I’m not a
I’m not a
industrial town
big black boots
spin, kick, spin
short black skirt
two-dollar gimlet,
buses don’t run
at 3am,
no money for a cab,
walk past the biker bar
spin, kick, spin
claim your floor space
see a penny, pick it up,
show it around,
show it to god,
fling,
I’m not a
I’m not a
boy
I might like you better
if we slept together
kissing broken boys
tender-hearted bois
fierce righteous femmes
sliding past sweaty
bodies
through the crush
the room in the back
kiss the bouncer hello
and goodbye
young rebel
with the fishnets on
dance as much as you can
prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: (simplified)
Write a list of your identities. Have them talk to each other.
