Transvestite Mannequin Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Transvestite Mannequin

Rating: 5.0


TINY sobs coming from a transvestite
mannequin, the swishing of movement,
the avalanche of light, the wisecrack
of a wrecking ball, and white lies
throwing tantrums, and a wedding cake
with a passport to love.

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