The Cutting Edge Comes to the Suburbs

I can be correct. I know how to
Do it, and, trust me, I don't care
One way or the other if you
Wear a dress, or your friend
Cuts her hair and wears lumberjack
Boots. Both of you should be
What you have wanted to be,
And I'll still say hello. I'll still
Come to your parties. It's
Just that this transgender
Thing's started seeming a
Little cliched, a little too much
Like a tawdry attempt to
Say, “Hey, look at me.”
We all want to be noticed,
To be both scorned and
Worshiped somewhere
On the Internet. Take your
Best shot. There's a
Chance you will scandalize
The bourgeoise. I don't
Want to upset you, but look
At this crowd in this fake-Weimar
Bar in this newly-built strip mall.
They're themselves transgender.
You're where you have been,
And, though still correct,
I'd like to leave.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-21 at 23:40

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