The Drag Race Pentina Project
I was out for a walk in nature--
no children-- and I stared up at the night sky searching for Mars. I thought about Barsoom, and what it would be like to act like John Carter. But I knew if I did and someone else was near, I’d come across as crazy. To be fair, that would be crazy, acting out dreams of the red planet out in the depths of nature. They’d say that I was acting the fool, and hoped that I had no children to embarrass. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find Mars out in the distant sky. I’d have to make do with the Mars in my mind, even if I’d go crazy imagining my life there. How would I raise my kids on this planet, devoid of nature? There’s only red dust. I’d have to act natural and not scare my babies. I’d act as though we had nothing to fear on Mars. Even if we had no nature, we would survive and not go crazy, at least, not before my children anyway. The children would be the first go, putting on a horrid act. They’d go crazy from the barren landscape, dying on the vast Martian plains. But it was silly to project myself out into space, in the depths of nature.
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This section is dedicated to my poetry inspired by RuPaul's Drag Race. There's at least one poem per contestant in the completed project. All of the poems are written as pentinas.
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