Ode to a Transmasc Drag Queen

O turquoise angel twirling on the head of a pin,
transcendent fairy queen,
newly-crowned king of perfect joyful reinvention,
tragic supernova god!
You, in your tsunami of pink and blue tulle,
in your white veil of resurrection,
are my fun-house mirror. Operatic, blurry-edged,
blindingly real, you are myself in a rainbow reverie.

O glitter-shadow of my dreams,
comet of pure burning bravery,
luminous ideal of in-betweens and contradictions,
drag-clad trans man with an ocean soul!
You, with your earnest loving radiance,
with your brilliance that refuses to flicker out,
are my guiding moon-ray. You are a morning star
sparkling defiant in the middle of a cosmic blackout.

I’m rooting for you. All the candles I light are for you,
all the disco balls that spin in dancing devils’ caves are for you,
all the carnival songs of music boxes are for you,
all the newfound love in the world is for you.
Blaze, burn, glimmer, O blue-green light!
In my sweetest dreams, I become you.
I put on your diamond tiara and your flashing mantle of faith,
and the dawn breaks, and the sea washes over me.

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