A Poem a Day

at the end of its breath, Here, in the last delta,
Desire lies on its side, is rolled, and rolled
over upon by its own government, and crushed.
-jack hirschman

For Jill.

Desire lies on its side
waiting to be eviscerated
by the lack of funding for an American
dream. You have distinguished yourself
as a student and a scholar, but there is
no money for you.
You are cutting edge
in the field you have chosen
to pursue. But there is
no money for you.

Your desire lies prone—
face down in muck up to ears
eyes wide open and mouth choked
by the weight pushing into the ground.
You are being fucked from behind
and no one cares that you can’t breathe.
Desire is rolled and rolled over upon
and crushed.

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