Ghost of a Drag Queen (with Revilynn “Lorna Doone” Casstevens)

 

this part of my ear is new

yet I’ve lost a part of my voice

you win some you lose some they say

you learn how to march in the parade they say 

my valentine opens her eyes to the caw 

of crows outside the window 

she stretches toward the yard 

yet remains in bed past morning 

she looks for a needle in a haystack

inside Country Magazine printed black 

hidden like the ink within a word 

so cold her nipples could key a car