Drag Show at the Rendezvous
I shock myself, retired teacher
in this boisterous crowd,
screaming like a crazed teenager
at Gigi Monroe in clingy sequins
and puffy tulle.
The music fades
as Gigi composes herself
amid deafening applause.
She gushes love, reminds us
to care for each other.
Gray heads mingle with purple spikes,
Carhartts and spandex
in the sweltering barroom.
A woman covered in tattoos
gives me a high five.
It is past my bed time
but here is Gigi coming my way.
She fixes me with her dazzling face,
puckers and blows a kiss.
You are fabulous!
— Diane DeSloover
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