A Poem inspired by Pose, Kiki, and Paris is Burning
I’m leaving the West
where you can see the wind
sandy green hills and highways
like a rattlesnakes underbelly
I’m dreaming of the East
with the ballrooms of love
and the city from the pier at night
like a trophy lining the sky
I’m going out East
where love is like butter
and families are placed and held
like a soft puzzle
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