Life in Drag - The Hotelier

I tried to keep a steady hand

Tumble blocks

Start again

I held your side when you let go

And you came back well-rehearsed

In holding your own

A broken seal

A past self known

Retrieve my heart from the Alamo

I need it here

To touch your skin

Reconfigure, deconstruct, and begin

The centers shrunk between your eyes

Sharper corners, broader sides

And I felt weak

In woman’s wear

Genderfucked, dilated

Stuck holding a stare

You taught me how to guard my self

To keep my heart

Unscathed in health

I think you got carried away

Reached out your hand

It carried you

Away

Well it’s life in drag

You wore an armor that covered your face

It’s life in drag

I wore hands high to show truce and embracing

It’s life in drag

Who taught you how to hate your self?

Who forced you to confide in spell?

Mistook 'pathetic'

For empathy

Cast a stone at the foe

And the stone hit me

I held your hand

In ritual

To show disarming

While you were a weapon

Inside your self

Inside your body

I can’t pretend

I can’t conceal my apprehension

When pressed against

The callous of your palm

I reconciled

Because you couldn’t feel me there

You wore the binary like a badge of fucking honor

While I struggled dealing with the loss of yet another

Life in drag