Oh, Candidate, you are the one adored
by me. Such love I feel; it’s tough to bear.
Sexier, by far, than the other bore,
I long to drag my fingers through your hair.
You stir me up whenever you orate
as honest words slip through your lips and teeth.
Agenda free, those promises you make
illuminate me every time you speak.
I see your brain’s been swollen hard with facts,
and that you wear your suits, blue ties with fire.
I’d love to pay for you with federal taxes.
Election Day, with my vote, you’ll be hired.
I want you in November, man of hour,
Just like you, I’m crazy for your power.
Susan Vespoli has returned to Phoenix after living for a few years in the Prescott National Forest. She received her MFA in poetry from Antioch University L.A. in December 2010. Her work has been published online and in print at Monsoon Voices, New Verse News, South85, Threshold, Merge, Verse Wisconsin and OVS Magazine. Her poem “He Lusts after Librarians” was nominated for a 2010 Pushcart Prize.