Weekly poem on Trump Presidency
Curse Of The Middle Class
Naked beneath my PrimaLoft® quilt
nostalgia regrets to inform: watching
I took notes, preserving a middle class
id. Robust trade unions daunting
the skyscrapers, dockyards, movie sets
When I became the corporate
wife, no uptown Lady MacBeth, I
was a mafia spouse.
said: We will have
a well-armed middle class
even though his dad made deals
with old skool scions
of the old world criminal class.
Music was less percussive
The Spirit of Studio 54
reclined on her padded bench
Open legs angelic –
Roy Cohn wasn't dying instead
over many a transaction
and all of the sages wore beer goggles.
Nobody carnal at 54
thought it could
like this: calling for
the schoolroom in springtime
to be planted with ordinary firearms.
Tracy Quan is the author of three novels, including Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl. Her poetry has been published by Los Angeles Review of Books and Poets Reading the News. Her essays have appeared in Bookanista, The Globe and Mail, The Daily Beast, Washington Post Book World, Financial Times, New York Times and The Drawbridge.