The Drag Race Pentina Project
Last night, I got bitten by a vampire.
Let it be said, that you can’t kill them by covering them in pitch and setting them alight. If you want fire, you wait for dawn to coax them out of the soft shade cast by the night. Now I’m not saying I was bitten by the vampire queen; or even that the vampire queen is a real thing. But I know it was a vampire; it was dark out--midnight-- and I was out trying to pitch a tent in my trousers. I knew Dawn was just around the corner, and she shouted, “You have ‘til dawn to pay for services rendered.” In the midst of the shouting, a drag queen could be heard through the walls, pitching jokes to an unreceptive audience. Inbetween the gaps of noise, I could feel a vampire right behind me. I could feel its fangs pressed against my neck that night. I had taken what I thought to be a lover, that very night, from Dawn’s wares, but it was actually a vampire after my blood. That’s how I know it wasn’t a queen, for queens don’t get me to pitch a tent. After, I couldn’t feel clean. I’d be cleaner dropped in a barrel of pitch then how I had been that night. Rooms away a drag queen made jokes, but I was waiting until dawn to burn away my shame for sleeping with a vampire.
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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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