Queenie
I need out
to further Russia, enveloped
holed up and sober
I always miss the train, blame it on mother
whose sober abuse reeks like wet horses
and I miss you
even though you have not left
and I'd be your most tenderest gift in the world
if only third world drag queens made me, me
but I'm ok in this body
this language
however unrefined
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