I thought Melania was going to save us
Secret Plot,
Coquettish yawn

 Raspy whisper
Flashy-toothed smile,
“Tonight, we can dance.
But we leave at dawn!

 Grab your family’s
Treasured belongings
Meet by the creek
In the dead of night

To all of the boys
Who called us mail-order mistresses
Let us illuminate
That we are the fight

Let us clothe ourselves
In communal dresses
Tie each other’s tresses
Flowing and tight

Let us write constructivism
In the trees
In the soil
Let us bury our burdens
Let us drown
In delight

Let us return capitalism
For fairytale
Lack for bewilderment
Lust for the earth

When they bring portfolios
We will bring watermelons
Instead of stock markets
We are farmers
We are birth

Instead of treaties
We will make world leaders mingle
Under the moonlight
With Portuguese guitar
We will say this is new power:
Look into each other’s eyes
Can’t you peace yourself, and like each other
Just as you are?

The fox and coyote
Make peaches for dinner
We lie and get sticky
In the glow of the night.”

Then
The men
Wandered in
Naked and stressed
We said, “There’s no need to worry.
You’re protected and blessed.

You do not sleep well
You cannot whistle
You are both flawed
And joyous
Divine

We are all children
We all need shelter
We all crave nirvana
It will all be fine

Lay down your blazers
Your fancy gold watches
An alter to the things
That kept us from slumber
Before we each exchanged
Hustle for alignment
And tangoed
And went home
With everyone’s number.”

And then we went skinny-dipping
All together
And held their hands tightly
And told them the rest.

“Yes, you live here now
This is society
Everyone speaks
In their own native tongue
Every person is citizen, resident
Every thought is valid, resonant
And this is Melania.
She is our president.”