Weekly poem on Trump Presidency


American Dream, 2018

Even the unsaid words on our neighbors’ lips
sound like murder more often than they should;
the cherry blossoms withhold their riots
on the edge of my sleep most evenings now.
No, that’s not quite right. I’m afraid of likes,
bombs, apps, drone strikes, swipes and hashtags, agents
of the state, pandemics, bans, placebos.
What I mean to say is: I am afraid
of arsenals, electorates, committees,
the touchscreen, the cankered art of the deal.
I am waiting for the charge, for the fuse,
for the final detonation, for time
and the stars and the smell of fresh cut grass
wafting through suburbs to cease and desist.


Dante Di Stefano is the author of two poetry collections: Love Is a Stone Endlessly in Flight (Brighthorse Books, 2016) and Ill Angels (Etruscan Press, forthcoming 2019). He is the poetry editor for the Dialogist. Along with María Isabel Alvarez, he is the co-editor of the anthology, Misrepresented People: Poetic Responses to Trump's America (NYQ Books, 2018). 


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