Start with
an ordinary president

his sweater, his door

Can’t we just fail
different

driving a leaf

through un-
resistant corn

Punch, Judy

Without the comma
it’s a command

“Come hither”

Like a cartoon
the bombing begins

in the middle

of banned
books week

Its pillow talk
can be reversed

but not rewound

A myth
is not a romance

Out back
it’s an appointment

Asphodel at 3

You have to name it
You have to take it

to hell with you