Heather Gold

I wish upon Trump

I wish upon Trump menopause
a cycle every two weeks
Waking by migraine
And sweating himself
Back into his womb

I wish him the nails
Of every girl he’s hurt
Hammered him back
Plunged in
Well done with ketchup

I wish him
A twelve hour drive through shift
At MacDonald’s
Twice a week
With dissatisfied customers

I wish him a daughter with her original nose
and son with his original chin
and their original personalities
and feelings
from infancy.

I wish him his own miscarriage
After carrying hope and life
Alone in his bed

I wish many things upon Trump
including menopause.
Giving birth to death

I wish many things upon Trump
including menopause.

–August 2018

An unexpectedly perfect day and a poem: Long before physics knew it

Sometimes the exact perfect flow of events happens when life grabs you by the throat.
-photo Piedmont Park, Atlanta
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Long before physics knew it
You could plant
And cut years apart

Feelings laugh at space
and ending has nothing to do with Love
Love mocks it all
Happy to laugh at your misery
Your joy
It doesn’t go anywhere
It doesn’t travel

It’s already soaked everything through