IML

Who knows    
How many times  
They’ve been    
Infiltrated    
Well ftms are ok    
They’re pretty much    
Sort of    
Supposed to be there    
But we showed up    
With an open shirt    
Tie, Slacks, Fedora    
And pumps    
Nobody was really    
Going to look at feet    
With my chest    
Bound    
Eyebrows:    
Arched    
To the tune of    
What    
That other side    
Was really all about…    
Although    
It was usually    
The    
Finely manicured    
Metropolis    
Toting    
Daddy    
Who    
Occasionally    
Stopped    
Gumption    
In its tracks;    
A gigolo    
Moving through    
The hordes of men    
Parting the    
Existential sea    
Of me    
Miserably    
Seeming    
Behindhand    
(Unconscious of current undertakings)    
No way of knowing    
How many    
Leather loving    
Hedonists    
Sensualists    
Some    
Bookworms    
Peeped me out-    
Some    
Throwing shade    
Clocking me,    
A few others    
Slightly older    
Spoke    
And uhggg this one    
ftm    
Recognized me    
Busting my game    
(Dale;    
Whatever the fuck    
His name was- Dale)    
Outed me    
(They see us talking;    
Great)    
Unable to    
Give a    
Comprehensive    
Report.    
   
(If you don’t know what IML meet and greet is don’t worry about it, you’re probably not the intended audience. We just feel funny posting that whole name out so.)