POLITICS OF MODERN MARRIAGE

A smug Donald Trump

stares up at you

from the front page of the newspaper,

You take a pen

and scribble on his face.

Then you hate yourself

because you can’t stop obsessing.

Your world’s growing

less about those near to you.

It’s playing out on the world stage.

And you’re getting older.

The culture’s gone mad

and you’ve not the years

to wait it out.

Your husband’s cold these days.

He doesn’t sleep with porn stars

but he drinks a lot.

Your revulsion doesn’t go well

with his apathy.

He says he likes Trump,

thinks he’s funny.

You went through that

whole Nixon debacle.

The mob was blinded then

but slowly, painstakingly,

the mob finally saw.

But this mob is different.

They’re set against

the possibility of enlightenment.

You fear that you could die

leaving behind a world

much worse than you found it,

with plenty of friends and family,

but no real allies.

Your husband watches football,

does his best to exist alone.

You keep up with what’s going on,

all that’s going on without you.