By Dan Taulapapa McMullin

is a fairy-tale queendom
with monsters whom I don’t know
I only know my friends the fairies
of Alaska, the Yupik, I mean
fairies and white mountains
that disappear into the sky
bonfire at Drew’s when
Jerrod said, Dan is
lovely, except when
he bitch-slapped
me, which I
didn’t, so I said,
With my c*ck!
and he said,
Well, it’s good
it’s small, so
I said, Then
it was pure

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