05.04.18
Weekly poem on Trump Presidency

MIKKI ARONOFF

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home,
    ~ after an old English nursery rhyme

 

your house, your children burning
your babies’ mouths so wide
you can’t see the rest of them.

I saw that Trump boy at the base of your tree –
all the neighbors’ mailboxes emptied.
A long impatience with a magnifying glass,
his mouth a concentrated O.
Kitchen matches pulled from pockets,
some too damp to catch. He struck
and struck till he got a spark, piled on
statements and payments, TV Guides
and True Confessions, voter cards,
union cards, Social Security checks,
requests for donations
from St. Something or Other.
A money order from Aunt Suzy
for her niece’s sixth birthday –
a dollar per year.

Bark charred and smoldering.
Paper flaming red, flaming orange.
Let’s Clean House with IKE and DICK
placards curling against the trunk. 

Wings on fire….

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Mikki Aronoff’s work has appeared in The Lake, EastLit, Virga, Love Like Salt, Weaving the Terrain, Rise Up Review, Trumped!, bosque7, Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, The Ekphrastic Review, SurVision, and elsewhere. A New Mexico poet, she is also involved in animal advocacy.

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 illustration:  anna_croc01

illustration: anna_croc01