Transition Poem 28 @ Dec. 6, 2016

Robert Carr Neo-Liberal Protect private parts with a big male hand. Imagine changing head garb, disguising children you don’t have. Take a Xanax. Don’t speak—suck oppression second-hand from a safe distance. Imagine new dark days, shirts ripped, wine bruises. Bend for the man—under Ryan’s Reagan-blue eyes scour skin not likely burned or flayed. His look, […]