Category: Trump

real men

only REAL MEN please

 

a REAL men:

-UniversidAd De La kAlLe

-into “butt stuff”

-can survive on pussy alone

-30min underwater breath-hold minimum

-can ask questions

-NOT allergic to shellfish

-SOMETIMES wears thongs

-ability to pivot right AND left

-does NOT use a pillow

-allergic to yogurt OK

-personality unimportant

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THE MARCH

burnt alive and limbs twisted
back like gnarled oaks counting
hundreds of years with the same
shoving roots. too aggressive
he says, and we say eat shit

bring on the chainsaws for our
slaughter, splay our needles out
like blood and bile for we’ve
always more to lose but still
more growing

a clear-cut in the children’s
park, church parking lot, public
private old-growth stands, the
silent heaving wombs that
made you now under your fire

fight back, he cries: the grasping
child swinging fitful little hands,
his mother laughing rises. time
again to teach him what is right
and what is wrong.

in solidarity with the women’s march against the Trump inauguration and the anti-Trump resistance movement

WE STARTED AT DAYBREAK

an hour of sleep over Vigo. cheap champagne and fireworks and two hours of sleep on a Friday. two hours of sleep with a torqued spine and a broken promise weeping like a rope burn. two hours of sleep and a jar full of moonshine. two hours of sleep and my blood can’t keep warm. three hours of sleep in a bed with four people. three hours of sleep and nightmares of green smears across the sheets. three hours of sleep and is that contagious? four hours of sleep and you wake up crying. four hours of sleep on the bathroom floor. four hours of sleep with an epileptic on the sofa. four hours of sleep with my throat clenched hard in the jaws of a stranger. four hours of sleep with the tv left on. five hours of sleep with the whole world beside me but I can’t stay awake to see it. five hours of sleep on a hill above the city. fice hours of sleep with a mouth full of fur. six hours of sleep over Paris in the dark and zero when I tell you to leave me. six hours of sleep scraped again by my own edges. six hours of sleep and his back is turned. seven hours of sleep waking up to love each other but zero when it’s hot outside. seven hours of sleep on a futon by the river. seven hours of sleep in another dirty basement but it’s starting to feel like home. eight hours of sleep in my own goddamned bed with four walls and electric heating. eight hours of sleep and I finally get it. eight hours of sleep alone.

3

cle an
the earth beneath your fe et, the very soil
full
of your shit and your blood and your
ancestors’ bones ground to mea l

food for maggots worms and vermin
crawling infesting your floorboards, your fingernails, your eye  sockets
your
workplace, the schools of your chi ldren
little joyful bundl es infeste d
smears

grubby markings
finger pads no two the same making everything dirty
un-bleached un-scrubbed
un-polished un-white, the filth
you see  their dark stains
black flecks blotched where neutral beige would be nice r,

got them trained
so small already hate all that they see
each fleck a flaw, loss of wor th
not light, not pure, not whi te enough
take a k nife to it and slice it off
a vacuum hose to suck it out
p urge the blackness
cl ean

2

since then

diego is a high-school social studies teacher
cleans up, works out, keeps his shit good and organized
sent me an e-mail on Day One, said
he was thinking of me (sup d)
said he’ll never forget the phrase ‘glass ceiling’,
the way i explained it in class, then in clinton’s
speech on the radio that morning
said he will remember me every time he hears it

spain’s got this public-access tv show
host comes on with a trump puppet,
hideous thing — bulbous and creamy orange
with bulging eyes
like some sickly perverted cartoon blowfish
nudgin up on kids with their little backs turned
the trump fish bobbles along blathering tonterías
quotes that viewers have texted in
some are trump quotes, some are hitler quotes, some are
enrique iglesias lyrics
the game is to guess