11th July 2026

 

baking powder

and cold porridge

dietary aid

© Rachel Green July 2026

American Sonnet

I think of you, and with my blade I dig

into your eyes (but still avoid the brain)

for I would have you suffer for your double gig

as money-grabbing president again.

I want to flay the flesh from living bones

reminding you of selfish policies

that reap rewards for you and you alone

and highlight your hypocrisies.

Then bleed thee dry, the way you have the land

and folk who trusted you with power

and find themselves with empty hand

while you increase your fortunes by the hour.

But I, of course, will do none of these things

for thoughts are legal, still, for commoners and kings.

© Rachel Green July 2026