The Personal is Political
Jan 18, 2024
Waking up to toxic fumes, 3 a.m.
The world at war not far from
My door while breathing
Chemical poison from a
Faulty heating unit
Roads icy, streets dark
Hours til sunrise
Where do we go?
Do we stay and breath
The residual fumes?
The heater is shut off and
The temperature is sinking
67, 66, 65, 64, 63…
To be free in
The land of the free
Home of… Fox News
Poison spews
Spouting lies, alibis
For traitors
Covering up a coup
In plain sight
Rewriting history
And the mystery remains
Why do evangelicals see the
Return of God in the figure of
The Antichrist?
Let them sip their Kool-Aid —
I’m going back to sleep
And let the melting plastic
Stink overtake
My dreams
