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Long ago and far away,
when I had outgrown
being an impotent seasnake
but was still donning
the stinky Tina Turner wig
and the torn fishnet hose
and playing "I wanna fuck your dad,"
I was loading out of CBGBs
in the cold bowery black,
too close to liquored morning light.
CB's soundman at the time,
probably dead by now,
was miffed that he wasn’t going
to get a blowjob from the only true drag queen
in our mongrel mix.
For some reason he asked me
how old I was. I told him.
"You’re an asshole," he snarled.
If true then, I’m much, much more of an asshole now.
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