ODE to a Dolly ๐, PATRON DRAG QUEEN
She lip-syncs โHello God,โ then โ9 to 5.โ
She struts. Or does she fly? Like the soul,
a rhinestone, she tells us, will never die.
Sheโs a blush-pink Bible. Patched together,
sheโs a cosmic doll. Mirror of a mirror,
she winks, her face the only face. Anchors
of abundance, her breasts are the newsโ
more is more is more. A baptismal font,
a witch-walk down the last dirt road,
sheโs hillbilly blood on a silk bandana. Marilyn
or Medusa? Caked lipstick on a flatbed truck.
Sheโs Styrofoam in a cowgirl case. Starlight
on a stage. Sheโs all eyeliner. She will not scare.
Sheโs the endless tease of her acrylic hair.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย By Bruce snider
