What Rough Beast | Poem for January 10, 2018

Tricia Marcella Cimera
Politico Dream at the End of 2017

I’m crouched over
like an animal, drinking
from a stream, & I see
Steve Bannon’s ruined
face reflected back at me.
I’m filled with cunning;
I lift my head, a low growl
coming from my throat.
People smell like stupid
weak rabbits. I smile with
sharp yellow teeth.
Then I turn back into me:
a middle-aged woman,
polite, who never says shit.
Until now. I lift my head &
howl.

 

Tricia Marcella Cimera’s work has appeared in the Buddhist Poetry Review and the Origami Poems Project among other publications. Her poem “The Stag” won first place honors in College of DuPage’s 2017 Writers Read: Emerging Voices contest. Tricia lives with her husband and family of animals in St. Charles, Illinois, near the Fox River.

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