This poem is another example of a mediocre poem screaming "boring" from a bourgeois writer that has nothing better to do with her golden life than to find minuscule faults to complain about.  Her use of the alleged transvestian actions of relatives screams of a homophobia that is not found in the better examples of poetry we see from people making true contributions to the art. Not content to criticize her relatives - her biggest beef seems to be in their haves, not their have nots, she ...