This piece is featured in Issue No. 9 Flirt


Yonge and College

The drug mart
A place to forget
The frigid dark bluster
And buy cocoa butter,
A magazine selling Authentic

The drug mart
A place to forget
It's past midnight and
I've left the cabaret
Left the divas and drama kings
In their nylons and chains

I came to party, queer 
To sing Freedom from the lonesome 
But "friends" did not appear
Hide in the stall, scroll the phone 

Feel. Know. Not forget.
Black Lives Matter! 
Cheers are anger, glitter is rage.
Indigiqueer in lingerie
sprays the pipeline of hypocrisy
over the bloodied red stage.

Can our fury find power together?