Weekly poem on Trump Presidency
What Even Matters Anymore
In the group memory of this time in our lives, of this year of the tyrant, what
Emerges: the collapse, the attack, the possessing of this utter nonsense? Even
The collective sees history case by case, marveling at who is turned away, at what matters.
We can’t just say, I remember, and watch it pass; we can’t forget anymore.
What I think about is this article on CNN, “How to Date in 2018” and my feelings themselves
Even leave me, threading together for another obstacle of this life, this passing. What
Matters now? I’m not sure, but the article talks about rehumanizing sex, and that doesn’t kill me
Anymore because I see it with my own eyes. I see the unnamable; I know this is grueling.
I think about what is vengeful or humorous, but in the end, I think of strength. What
World is this that we are slipping back through time? Rehumanize, as if we have even
Lost touch with our logic, our reasoning, our joie de vive. Well, no. Many have taken matters
Into their own hands, taking love out, taking consent out and everything else out. Not anymore,
Does the idea of love resonate. It is a fad, a treasure to be dug up even, and what
Am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to tell my future children about this, when even
The heart is viewed in scorn? I am human. I am alive with the beating of what matters.
I am not fearless. I fear, but I fear with my heart at my tongue. We can’t yield anymore.
Leah Umansky is the author of four books of poems, including The Barbarous Century (Eyewear 2018). She earned her MFA in Poetry at Sarah Lawrence College and is the curator and host of The COUPLET Reading Series in NYC. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such places as POETRY, Guernica, The New York Times, Pleiades, Salamander, and the anthologies, The Eloquent Poem (Persea Books) and Misrepresented Peoples (NYQ Books). She is #teamkhaleesi & #teammaeve.
*This poem was partially-inspired by the Saturday Night Live skit from January 2018 “What Even Matters Anymore”