The Drag Race Pentina Project
The final nails
were jammed into the shack in the Alaskan wilderness. It hadn’t been named yet. She considered calling it “Anus” for its inviting entrance, but she didn’t want to have an anus constantly push out trash. Trash was meant for the outside. Her nails were caked with dirt, her anus tired, but Alaska, was not done. “My name’s yours, What’s Alaska?” she breathed onto the nameless shack. “I make trash into treasure,” said Alaska, “But treasure isn’t your name. Your nails are short, your anus petite. You’re a nasty girl. Your anus is virginal. Your name is a treasure yet to be found. Let my nails commune with yours, flood the trash out of your body.” The shack shook in the Alaskan soil. A breeze flowed through, and Alaska tenderly stroked the side of the shack. “Your anus is mighty. You aren’t trash. You will find your name when you’re finished wearing your nails.
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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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