I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
Among extraordinary women
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I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
“We’re domestic,” a
blonde woman tells her daughter
in line at the gate.
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.
Reclaiming the word,
she grabs the bitch by the horns
and makes us all proud.
With all this trash talk
even the winner comes out
smelling like garbage.
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
Dreams of Oscars like
sugarplums dance in their heads.
Hollywood’s Christmas.
See democracy
happen. It happens if you
exercise your right.