Weekly poem on Trump Presidency



All About Swallowing

The new president is the president.
I wake up, make toast and coffee
and chew and slurp,
feed the babies, water the spice plants
and later today I will drink
myself into a sangria haze
while out with some friends for dinner
where I will want
to stick a fork in my eye
and stare into the blood dropping
but instead I will gnaw on a pork chop
until it looks like a stalk of wheat. 
Do you know Diego Rivera
once ate a cadaver he cooked and he talked
some students into doing the same.
Yes, he ranted and painted while he bit
into a dead girl’s pan seared breast, yes
a revolution, yes he did really.
Maybe Walt Whitman ate a road map.
And dear Emily Dickinson who swallowed
the sky down her thirsty throat
while the sea cooked in her heart. See,
maybe I’m just my own mouth
eating my own brain.
My teeth are red,
my tongue is dripping butter.


Bonnie Jill Emanuel’s poems have appeared in Midwest Review, Great Lakes Review, Chiron Review, and more.  She is currently a Creative Writing MFA candidate at the City College of New York, where she is the recipient of the 2017 Irwin and Alice Stark Poetry Prize in memory of Raymond Patterson.


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