Surely it must be tempting—
Falling in love with one’s image
Mirrored in some shiny pool—
Like Narcissus falling for himself
But what if it’s your own twin—
Identical in almost every way?
Doppelganger drag, my dears—
Your mirror image comes alive?
Not only comes alive, honey—
But he’s so cumly when he does
One could actually keep—
A drag diary & simply tell all
The daily comings & goings—
Your double’s sweet denouements
Feeling him up & then—Doing a sixty-nine together?