Whether de facto
or de jute, our Prez is
lookin’ good. You go
Girl! for owning
buildings on both sides
of the border even if
all of your angry
tweets have no legal
meaning, not yet.
Seems like something
eventually has got
to give—tenacious
weeds sprouting up
in schoolyards
all across America
where amnesia
makes it impossible
for bullies sent home
to become something
other than what they
really are. Inmates
darting under our Veep’s
rusted belt look pretty
much the same if not
for the electronic
billboard planted right in
the middle of what
was once a cornfield
we used to play
Smear the Queer in!—
a different message
lit up in multiculti lights
every time we turned
around to look—
BUILD THAT WALL
or LOCK HER UP
unable to hold
a roman candle
to FUCK AMERICA
IN MY ASS AGAIN!
No one had to tell us
what Trojans streaked
with shit or gonads
hooked up to electrodes
looked like. By then,
we’d already found
ourselves on a slow boat
to China, eager to swing
our soaps on a rope
while yeomen juiced
on PrEP marched straight
onto a poop deck
where all of us flew
underneath the radar.