Day 7

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.

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