Today I began writing my way through the first 100 days of the Trump administration. For some time now, I've been collecting words that Trump uses too often, words that I once loved but now can hear only through his mouth, his voice. I want to feel the rich history of those words again. I want to remember what they used to mean. Today I began stealing that language back.
I'll keep writing an Inaugury every day until April 29. It feels a little risky, a little strange, to write a poem and immediately put it out into the world for anyone to read, but I also can't imagine a better time to summon up my pluck and weirdness.
A throw of the dice will never abolish chance, but it will help me remember how much this time we're living in is a gamble, is an opportunity. So, I'll be rolling the dice each morning to determine the line and syllable count for that day's poems. Dissent is not a game, but sometimes a magic bag of dice still comes in handy.
Today's poem is "Huge." If you're in need of a little more poetry in your day anytime in the next few months, swing by my website for more Inauguries. And in the meantime, if there are words you'd like to help me snatch back from Trump's mouth, leave them in the comments, and I'll add them to my list.