writing therapy
is about all i have left
on Presidents’ Day
Fortify for Forty-five
writing therapy
is about all i have left
on Presidents’ Day
writing therapy
is about all i have left
on Presidents’ Day
when the blue burns through
a cloudless winter lunch stroll
with wilting climate,
when the Man burns through
a seamless presidency
to bring turmoil,
when cookies burn through
the endless Thin Mint requests
as yet unfulfilled,
we must burn both ends,
light the way to heaven; hell;
until truth burns through

he threatens the court
not understanding his loss
as if we’re blind fools