In Case of Fire (for Donald Trump)
White sheets march
off the laundry line
at sunset
Your mother
across the alley of our yards
twists shut her
blinds. Her
thin fingers do not
shake like my mother’s as
she folds me
into the bathtub
says to turn
the water on
in case of fire
And whatever you hear, stay put
hold your breath don’t
let the pointed shadows
find you.
Your mother at the kitchen table
platter emptied of cookies
she fed us
after school.
We played Barbies,
Slap Jack,
Hide-and-Seek until
you gave up
wanted to know how
I learned to
disappear.
I keep waiting for everyone to wake up from this Trump night terror, but I’m reminded time and again that the entity called the crowd (or majority, etc.) feeds on fear and misinformation. It’s dangerous. Even evil. I do believe that we will come to our senses about Trump – I hope – but it won’t be the end of the ideas his spewing. One day there will be an end, but not soon enough.
View CommentI agree. We are at an extreme waiting for the pendulum to swing. I look forward to that place in the middle.
View CommentThis was brilliant.
View CommentI can’t wait to see where this Trump train wreck is leading to.