Clickbait
one person’s challenge
is another’s Armageddon
but some mudslides are worth
your Mima’s lasagna
I went to O’Hare once
Thanksgiving weekend
it made me an atheist
(just kidding, I was one)
but also, I miss them
wish we weren’t scattered
would eat with my brothers
every week if I could
and to cook with my mama
or for my fine aunties
praise my stepmother’s french toast
eat my papa’s fish dinners
and as for you strikers:
keep warm, hold the line there
I’m hoping they’ll pay you
a true living wage
a true living wage
and the safest conditions
that you too might go feasting
on your holidays
sickness is found
in the strangest locations
passing invisibly
plotting thoughtlessly
justifying paranoia
it’s as if
January 6
is a burning eye
on a burning mountain
about to make craters
of us all
there are mysteries to which
I have never been inducted
somewhere, a sibyl dressed in dollar bills
is dancing for a grinning god
and if he ever turns to look at me,
may I turn into a tree
Inside every John, there is a Jim
Outside every Jim, a John
And if this headline means aught else
I really don’t know what’s on
once upon a time,
the queen read this wirecutter article most carefully
before putting in her order for twenty, thirty of the finest mattresses
I forget the brand name now; doesn’t matter, really
Dora the pig girl told me to look under the bottommost one
to find my fortune, so I did–
though my future mother-in-law used lentils, not peas
Kendrick Lamar
has a name like a siren
belongs in an ocean
a merman, a salt-song
Kendrick Lamar
is a name full of music
but what is this diss track?
I guess I should listen
yes, the meat sweats are real
the fruit faints, the bread quakes
the crust cuts, the cream aches
the bean bets, all real
you want to avoid them?
far better befriend them
the leaf shock, the root lock
the food frets, all real
read the headlines. look no further.
~ C. S. E. Cooney, Nov 25, 2024
Oh, it was just a weird little exercise. A whim.