In plays I have eaten the poison biscuit,
laughed in makeup at the chain of accolades.
I have been reviewed, a half-dozen times,
and not been found wanting. Nightly,
I break open as a woman and watch myself
like a man. My ascot askew and foam accruing
at the corners of my mouth. A song
is but half my work. A poem but a quarter, reasonably.
Mine Viscount says that upon the stage I am as naked
and horrific as a bald horse, my pheromones as palpable
as mulled wine. Mine Viscount is generous and odourless.
He presented me once a month’s worth of elk meat, having... Read more
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