Lauer locked women in his office,
Meanwhile, over in Myanmar,
Rohingya Muslim women are raped roughly,
after being forced to watch their husbands
and their babies die.
The Burmese soldiers rape because
they have been taught that that’s what soldiers do.
It’s the expectation.
The current American rapist thinks
“I will make her love me.”
His problem began in the 60’s,
when sex was freed.
No longer did you need to be married
to get it;
it could be consensual.
But with every right
comes an expectation.
If you can’t get consensual sex,
what’s wrong with you?
You might have to be proactive.
God bless Matt Lauer
for not being a Burmese soldier!
God bless Donald Trump
for not being Matt Lauer!
God bless Al Franken
for being a fumbling, bumbling teen!
Shortly after Thanksgiving,
as Evelyn and her parents started
their long drive back to Ontario,
I found a teaspoon in a potted plant.
I had already found an unopened jar
of baby food (beef gravy)
in the refrigerator,
and in the laundry basket,
a napkin showing evidence of Evelyn’s meal.
First grandchild, Evelyn ruled that
Thanksgiving table like a queen,
bestowing careful smiles.
We were so thankful she was there!
But that was seven years ago.
Today was like any ordinary Thursday
in Canada and Evelyn went to school.
So did her brother, Frankie.
And Robert went to Beth’s Day Care.
We had decided years ago that winter driving
in Ontario and Wisconsin was too risky,
so winter holidays would be better celebrated
Today Evelyn’s mother sat at the end of the table
on a Skype screen.
there were two Wisconsin granddaughters here
to rule the table with their queenly smiles.
Tonight in the family room
I find evidence of Petra and Tulia:
penguin binoculars by a computer,
seven crayons on the floor.
I am a poet.
Words are my toys.
They lie scattered
all over the floor
of my mind.
I try to cram them
but they always hop out
and jump around.
There is a fluorescent moment
when spirits like to play.
Tonight my twin uncles
are all over my front yard,
playing ghost tag and basketball.
Karl, who at 18
jumped from the stalled car
onto the coming train.
Paul, who saw it all
and never was the same.
He just died,
They missed each other so much
for so long!
Karl and Paul leave behind
but they have nineteen living nieces
and nineteen living nephews.
Our families will fill the church.
Watch your front yards, my cousins!
The twins are making the rounds.
GOD is such a little word.
BEING is bigger.
The best is
No more stress.
I have changed its name.
I have changed its name to “fear”.
And now when I feel it,
I simply say,
“What am I afraid of?”
Breaking a bone?
Breaking a rule?
Bruising a friendship?
Making a fool
Whatever I fear