Interregnum
A queen's brief flaming left
those ruined palace walls
these peacocks strutting them at dusk
One calls
hideous with what its thousand eyes that cry
in coming night behold.
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Gay Bar
So this is the bottom of the pool I drowned in.
Yet still there are mirrors;
That bloated shape that's shifting's mine.
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