Fishing is only

peaceful if you aren’t the one

swallowing the hook

Oh, Justice has a cane 

but it is not 

because she is blind 

Rows of bodies,

chopped or ground,

endlessly piled

and conveniently priced

for your selection

Lies raged unabated

Facts drowned with the tide

As they try to keep him in power

Hypocrisy

is saying you care about them

while simultaneously

paying for their death

Loneliness is a persistent muse

who creeps unexpectedly, unwanted,

awkwardly into my thoughts,

on her terms, in her time

I’m a feminist because it is 2019 and we shouldn’t have to debate if humans deserve equality or should be able to control their own bodies.

We sit in the senate

so proud and so male,

so straight and so Christian,

so old and so pale

Which ones do you cage

and make jump through fiery hoops?

Which ones do you cram inside

tiny metal coops?

I held my breath,

defying osmosis

Across the water,

the hope of asylum

appears tangible,

so closely within reach

We’ll laugh 
when we tell
our grandkids

A spectacle of joy

for the girls and the boys

Flinging chickens

at the County Fair

If only these football players would have voiced their concerns respectfully like their president does…

I’m sorry for 

unprovoked attacks,

eyes for preemptive eyes

Ring-a-round the rosie,

        Respiratory droplets, 

A pocket full of posies,

          Toilet paper in our closets,

With happy castration,

how we frolic away

while elastic bands squeeze our nuts

waiting for eventual decay

Their walls of sadness surround them, engulf them

An isolation of suffering that threatens to suffocate them

It takes nerve to call

us overpopulated

when you have billions

Armed with only your books and your unbelievably strong determination

You walked