22/30 Where to Pee When I gotta Pee, Cause I gotta Pee and Shyt (see what I did there)

in the dream
I am in drag

because I do that sometimes

on a Wednesday

or some random Tuesday

the spice of life

when I walk this way

on those days

when my other wants to show his face

and strut like he can

when I am dressed this way

there are no cat-calls

because that would take a second look

and men who dismantle women
on random streets

only look once

it’s part of the illness

so I am walking

in drag down a street

on a random Wednesday

or Tuesday

good days for walking

in drag
on streets

I walk into a business

let’s say it is some random Starbucks

there fucking everywhere

it’s almost like I  can’t not walk in

I mean it’s there

they are everywhere

but I don’t want coffee

the coffee I have already consumed

insist on evacuating my body

now

like right now
like for real

so I enter

in drag

approach the bathroom

the one wearing a triangle

but I am  dressed like a boi

so the security guard

because now there are security guards

because the bathroom pass of the past

holds no weight here

he points to the men’s room aggressively

aggressive pointing I am convinced is an art

a weird one but, well, you know

I go in the direction he is pointing

because curious

because authority figure

because I am in drag

and he doesn’t know that when dressed in drag

I pee standing up
because my inner boi

in a past life
was a Boy Scout

always prepared

and I have not used a urinal in years

back then I didn’t have proper equipment

so I go
adjust my stance

not sure if the restroom is empty

it is

it is also nasty

but I got my Go Girl

and this girl

who looks like a boy
on Wednesdays

or Tuesday
has to go

standing up

so I do

someone enters as I shake off the excess

I saw it in a movie

before I walk into the stall

close the door and wipe proper

because home training

the man eyes me oddly

not sure what he is seeing

with my facial hair

hat

with my suit

and shiny loafers and curves

with my bright pink apparatus

taking a warm soapy bath

before it is returned to my pocket

I tip my hat in his direction

don’t peek cause I’m not interested

as I exit

the security guard gives me a nod

then hesitates

the second look always fucks them up

I tip my hat

walk out of the coffee shop

walk back into Wednesday or Tuesday

in drag

I wake

think of all the other scenarios

the ones that don’t end amused

but shamed and invisible

the ones that end with prison sentences and fines

the ones that expose the parts that are private

the ones that involve my friends and their freedom

it is strange

that government has chosen

to enter the most private of places
oh wait, they've already entered our bedrooms

it is wrong and so fucking unconstitutional

the preamble just disappeared

because

“We the people”

has no meaning anymore

if it ever did