ALL THE WAY LIVE “Do all dudes have one big testicle and one little tiny

one?” Hieronymus asked, hiking up his poodle skirt as we staggered Down Main Street in our getup of wigs and pink bonnets The night we sprayed NEGROPHOBIA all over the statue of Robert E. Lee guarding the county courthouse, a symbol of the bondage We had spent all of our All-the-Way Lives trying to subvert. Hieronymus’s thighs shimmered like the wings of a teenage Cockroach beneath his skirt as a bullhorn of sheriff verbs Like Stop! Freeze! and Fire! outlined us. The town was outraged: The red-blooded farm boys, the red-eyed bookworms of Harvard, The housewives and secretaries, even a few liberals hoorayed When they put us on trial. We were still wearing our lady wardRobes, Hieronymus and me, with our rope burns bandaged And our wigs tilted at the angle of trouble. Everyone was at war With what it meant to be alive. That’s why we refused to be banished, And why when they set us on fire, there was light at our core. “All the Way Live,” from LIGHTHEAD by Terrance Hayes, copyright (c) 2010 by Terrance Hayes. Used by permission of Penguin, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

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