Weekly poem on Trump Presidency
Taking It For A Spin
What I loved about my Barbie Doll
was her car, a red convertible
she drove all over town.
She didn’t trust Ken’s driving
but sometimes invited him along.
Sometimes she got out of the car
and walked with Ken into the pasture
behind the living room chair and laid
herself on top of him. This occurred soon after
the invention of Creedence Clearwater Revival.
My Barbie wasn’t born on the bayou,
but she wasn’t afraid of chasing down a hoodoo,
and she was never going to get stuck in Lodi again.
She broke up with Ken, she broke up with a lot of Kens.
They were exactly the same, totally plastic,
wanting her to spend more time
at her Barbie Glam Vanity Set than in her car.
My Barbie wanted to go to England, to college
in Cambridge. She would go everywhere
and learn everything about what
a woman can do. She couldn’t imagine
not being able to vote or own property
or having as many rights as cattle.
The kind of cow with a tag in her ear.
Some people in America still think a woman
should be tagged. My Barbie will, in due time,
drive to Washington D.C. and park in the Oval Office.
She will take the Dems and the GOP out for a spin
toward a new vision. My Barbie knows for sure,
just like you do, the future belongs to her.
Susan Browne is the author of Buddha’s Dogs (Four Way Books) and Zephyr (Steel Toe Books). Her poems have appeared in Ploughshares, The Sun, Subtropics, The Southern Review, Writer’s Almanac, and 180 More, Extraordinary Poems for Every Day. She teaches at Diablo Valley College in Pleasant Hill, California.