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At the moment I have a large bruise
On my shin,
I fell over a drag queen. At Calluzi bar,

I was pleased she was Talking to me,

That night she was my hero,
To be free, to be so elegantly
And so expressively wounded and
Distasteful of convention,

I told myself

Beneath the barbed witticisms exchanged
By her and her generously proportioned co-host
There must be some comradery, there must
Be an element of trust, in each other more so

Than a world which has cast them in harsh relief

She showed me some footage on her
Mobile of her and a footballer’s erection

What a beauty to know one’s place in the world.

My feet that night ran away with me
And my mouth, and my hungry hungry booze stomach
Which yawned and pleaded with me to be fed
Pleaded until I poured wine without tasting it

I hope it will lead – Me to what I want.

I want to lose my presumptions and precursory freedom
It is not real freedom