bigly cold social media jokes but I'm not laughing

Poverty and Poetry

my march hare madness saner than your acceptance

turtle's lost shell the fragility of exposure

don't tell me I'm this when I'm that

the burden of more worlds stooping my shoulders

subtraction politics don't complain just deal with it

spring promises for winter grass and dead leaves

poverty and poetry if you don't see it it doesn't exist

time doesn't heal and I'm not okay with it

oil exploration and exploitation enough fuel to fire the world

winter again a pistory of past anger resurfacing

linkless now a sense of freedom and regret

my own two feet the steps that will carry me

"hidden figures" recognition for women long overdue

The Niceties

the pen with more possibilities than I have words to describe it 
day of sunshine except for the shadows
inauguration let's do this with our eyes closed
bluer by the moments we keep hidden from others
dual citizenship stamped from somewhere to nowhere
the falsities the same as the niceties
when you put it that way don't expect me to believe in you 
woodpile stacked only to be unstacked
blame me if it makes you feel taller

This Counts As Exercise

rushing around my to-do list with no time to breathe

birdsong lifting the ice

tapping my foot this counts as exercise

fake news everything that's not complimentary

a nonstop headache for the next four years

false stream or raging river the alleged "p" tapes

icicles crashing after balancing my checkbook

mlk's birthday let the march continue

lost again following my muse

I still talk to you knowing you can't answer

this heavy burden cedars weighted down by ice