It has been so hot outside
I am running out of bathing suits
to wear inside my studio as I sit
at my desk, typing, ac on high,
donning an orange bikini in an effort
to peel the urban heat off my skin.
It’s hot as hell this summer – and
no one is discussing why (global warming)
because they are infatuated with how much
of a complete ass Trump is, or how amazing
this idyllic, rich white man, often
compared to Hitler, is.
But not really, says the college boy from
a Texas farm as he shoves his rifle into
the barn. ‘Do you know how much money
we spend on illegal immigrants,’ he begins
but instantly I stop listening.
Maybe the two of you are Hitler.
Reincarnated into two complete pieces of shit.
Or perhaps we are all reincarnated.
Yes, this is what I like to think.
Each of us turns into shining stars
flickering over our heads at night
or fireflies swirling under the trees
at picnics in the summer so children
run and chase them as adults laugh
as they sit at tables among themselves.
Yes, this is the way to re-live the magic
of life once again through pores of another.