A pig swallowing an entire
apple tree
then sleeping under covers
Politics must be hard
You can’t step into
the same politics twice
I take off my boots
When I try to put them back on
they won’t let me
Politics is wearing them now
Politics can always step into a victim twice
Here’s Pharaoh
here’s a basket
and inside the basket
is the death of Pharaoh’s son.
MY FJORD
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
I know it’s incorrect to say that the Vikings wore horned helmets,
but I will wear a horned helmet, for my job is to correct history.
I’ll leap over vats of mead and let libations drench my puffy skirt.
(I like mead, but it’s amazing how refreshing milk directly from the cow can be.)
And then I will sail on My Fjord plowing through every flaming
funeral. Enough celebrations of victory over life.
And who will stop my marauding?
For these are my violent decades,
and everyone everywhere from all time:
those are my own people.
from The Day Every Day Is by Lee Upton. Saturnalia Books
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