Camouflage Poem by Shane Markie

Camouflage

A gay man is sitting in
a hotel lobby smoking a cigarette;
he stomachs my breasts dutifully like

Spinach or lima beans or other
things that make one sick because
he fears the rednecks at the

bar are dutifully on to him

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