Witness Protection

your phase of life is all drag
queens who scream in tree limbs
scratch three times with struck eyes
we all need our own voodoo
bump with public transportation
we all keep falling down
this is a new temple of violence
that passes for twenty year secrets
that will never be made for television
and we rummage margot kidder-style
this faux direction in my back alley
we combat and meet with sincerity
huddled sympathies behind laptop screens
our closeness composed of digital lines