M. Hank

The party ends the dancing

begins

beautiful mutual

agreement that social-ness

is exhausting.

Bouncing spinning laughing

hair in high pony tails

we're models singers dancers

this president can turn even the solemnest of holidays into an opportunity to say whatever he wants. the gravestones crumble in their fields of poppies listening to him speak. all uppercase. all lies.

One day, we will live a life that is actually free

One day, we will be able to be ourselves without being afraid

One day, we will be able to speak our minds

One day, we will decide our own futures

But

i'd like to think that the founding fathers, the framers, the men who wore wigs & makeup & helped make all this a possibility for me, would look at our country, at the cherry blossoms refusing to bloom next to the white-columned house engr

you've felt

the brambles and sweat, 

the curl of berry-stained lips.

you've seen

the cornflower sky stolen

by a red-orange river,

the evening still thick

with lightning bugs and laughter.

I only ever came here for the fortune cookies 

I don't know if you can tell 

when I stare at the menu 

under shiny plastic with a red rim 

when I glance