My Drag Queen Mother

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    My Drag Queen Mother

     Drunk little Indian in my blanket 
    Paint me pretty, paint me fair
    On the couch there lies
    Asylum Giver
    She birthed me
    Franzi Jan  

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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