The First Drag Show Was a Church Service Holy. Massive. Stiff-collared men dawning shiny seasonal robes. Stoles and bright tassels. Hands crossing hearts. Fingers placing flat white heavens on the tongues of kneeling believers.

I moved the yellow bowl to the dining room. I put it on the bookshelf in front of the Atheist books. The bowl has a flat bottom like a dog bowl. It is soft yellow like the time before television.

Trainhopper has a sick ferret in his shirt the whole night. Tiny claws grip his chest hairs, furry bottom nestles in palm. Every so often, he pushes a bottle of cow milk into the sick creature’s mouth and takes a swig of whisky.

was strangely erotic. Each time the tweezers grabbed hold of a small stinging ghost, her butt cheeks winced and the backs of her thighs tightened, like the nervous flinch of a first kiss.

If I only had five pairs of socks, all the same color. If I drank a gallon of water and went on a walk every day. If I got rid of everything

Every air conditioner in the city is broken. The wind cakes around our thighs, curdles in our hair. My breasts are musty plums,

I'm ridiculous amounts of get-down. I like vintage aprons, photos of people I don't know and laughing so hard I snort.

We take turns giggling. Shifting from femme bones to boy bones. Quiet maneuvering through the landscape of energies. Identity is a swing. We are straddled like spiders.

Some scientists don’t believe in free will. The physics of it mainly. Our brains lighting up before thoughts even occur seems like maybe they are sent by a programmer,

I suppose you mean the sweat that clings to the forehead, gives in to dripping, bass that barrels through speakers to find our hips circling like vulture beaks…

A nurse was shot while pumping gas by a guy who yelled, “You’re infecting the public!” The hospital sent an email saying you are no longer…

When your heart has slipped from its case, bounced across the driveway and landed in the mint green lawn chair…

According to our planets and ancestors, our year begins and ends in Spring. The moon was a bored lion when I got my hot watermelon. My hair was a drop of lava turned to ice. If I become a turtle it's because I can’t face this much light.

I don’t really understand Judith Butler. I once tried to reference “fucult” at a party and my friend politely corrected me and said, it’s pronounced…

[From TEDx OKC] I face a glass case with rows and rows of ENERGY. Pulsing and inviting like car crash wreckage…

Who passed SB 1878 requiring an ultrasound prior to an abortion. Why don’t you print out the ultrasound pictures and pastel frame them?

My grandfather tells me, all beet red cheeks and puffed chest, that he is pro-life because my mother would not have been born…

The black holes are resorting to violence again. Gathering stars by the fistful like some bully on the playground tossing back Skittles shaken from the pockets of the puniest galaxies.

Eating an ice cream cone as big as her face, my grandmother turns to me and says, “When I think of all the ice cream and pie I gave up for some goddamn man.”