The only way to come
out of the closet is in drag
if we go far enough back
amongst the moth balls
old shoes and
grandmother's fur
and sit for a while
relaxed
we could stumble and find Narnia
we could climb through the
forest and feel the snow. Aren't you fed up
with too much sexual honesty
and freedom. I want to be in
South Pacific and sing "I want to wash
that man right out of my hair". I want innocence
again. To dance in grass, feel it and remember the
excitement of seeing somebody I love for the first
time, or I don't really know..
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