Tuesday, March 8, 2016

the body politic

Why did you stand there
on the other side of the old kitchen
(loose tiles between us)
by the flickering sink light, sickly
passive—or worse, actively unmoved—
while I poured the boiled kettle
so confidently past the cup
onto our child’s hand?

As I was saying.
I am angry because
I am certain
I am right.
Tomorrow’s youth
will thank me
for sticking to my guns.

So how can you ask,
“If you are certain,
why are you angry?”

No. You don’t understand.
Listen. Listen for once:
we hold these truths to be self-evident
and I won’t stop until everyone sees that.
I don’t care who it hurts.

the body politic
by troy cady

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