Weekly poem on Trump Presidency



Sarah Huckabee Sanders, I want to be friends 
with your eyebrows

Forget stuffed animals and balloons
attached to flowers on special occasions that
fill short needs between girlfriends, I need the courage of a
disgusted look, a sneer, the dishing out
of cliches and lies and the look of a dark
depressed tigress roaming lost on the jungle path, looking looking looking.
Wait, is that the tigress’s mother? Hiding from the realm, she has nothing to do
with the tremendous piece of meat and muscle left
on the road side, for what, the mama tiger wonders. Didn’t I teach you
about purpose? How to hunt fair?  How to seethe properly?

But I’m telling you, those brows, Sarah.
All you women, forget the Dossier and Natalia Veselnitskaya.
All you tigresses, go for the
prowl, dismiss the longing
for your mother’s tight brush against you.

Sarah, your long brown brows, lifted, lowered
one, then the other,
almost trying to spoon each other.
Make us say bitch,
make us wish for more.


Katie Gebler has published in The Writer Magazine and Anderbo.
She teaches English at Diablo Valley College in Pleasant Hill, California.


illustration:  anna_croc01

illustration: anna_croc01