A world away,
kindred spot,
hurricanes known
by their real name:
Death.
cool blue morning
on decaying balconies-
plates of Trump
approving Barbecue,
fish that I
wish not to know
of what it approves-
there is no struggle
only satisfactionuntilfear
whipped again:
horsedriven
polling places.
I am
from here and there
of neither.
Count fifty
thousand miss-i-ssip-pis
am home
I do not belong.
Published on September 16, 2017 04:07