Kate selected words provided by Dana. Thanks Dana!
John McCain’s Dementia
He experiences crimson catatonic
blips, tiny fiery confusions, sonic
gongs. The women at each elbow
know. Many, many others know.
Everyone’s holding their infamous breath,
dry in the mind, moist in the flesh.
No pharmacological brew can stop
the cameras, ominous, from capturing
my fellow prisoners substituted
for Americans. As if we haven’t prostituted
ourselves enough. As if any old blubber
can shove its belly into our heads and blabber.
As if any beauty contestant is to fawn
upon. Change one letter and womb is bomb.
blubber, catatonic, moist, pharmacology, womb