Sacred is this, the art of becoming.
Sit at the altar mirror to summon the
Deepest truth.
Dance the liquid lipstick
Over the widow’s peak.
Sponge on the solid foundation.
Glitter is a holy sacrament.
Bring the shining disco to glow upon
Your cheeks. Glamour is a royal game
And you, the Queen-King of glory
Readying for worship.
This is no disguise, no post-reflection.
It is the highest alchemy, darling.
Drag is a sacred magic.
Drag is the sacred magic.