Weekly poem on Trump Presidency
I spend half the night wrestling
with a devil in plaid pajamas,
the suitcase sitting near the door
urging me to call it a truce.
The bullet that wanders through
my body finally hits its mark.
No, not the heart, but the window
of a low rent hotel room in
the eastern corner of my abdomen.
The desk clerk dropping keys
into rows of small wooden cubbies
startles at the sound and reaches
for the phone, but the line is dead.
Henry Israeli is the author of three books of translation and three books of poetry, most recently god's breath hovering across the water. He is also the founder of Saturnalia Books and a professor at Drexel University in Philadelphia.