by Mark Danowsky
Whatever games are played with us, we must play no games with ourselves.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m listening to DFW read This is Water
while driving Route 30 midday
on office errands.
This time, I slow down
& shake my fist at two human billboards
in protest of their protest
against women’s reproductive rights.
The result could have been scryed.
One of them shakes a fist right back
as if to settle our discourse—
the way you inch your car
closer to an intersection
& the car at your side or behind
predictably inches that much closer.
Mark Danowsky’s poetry has recently appeared in Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Red River Review, Right Hand Pointing, Snow Monkey and The Best of Every Day Poets Anthology Two. He resides in Northwest Philadelphia and works for a private detective agency.