by Karen Greenbaum-Maya
we don’t have a year any more
maybe not even six months
winter in SoCal they say
rained for 41 days and nights
but it’s dry as dry rot
dry as dry gel
dry as dry cleaning striped button-downs
they say He forgot
I say we’ve run out of doves
and olives
a political snow jobnot as important as a blow job
they say they didn’t but they did
they say we did but no way we did
impartial? like my brother
cutting the cake and choosing
I am too fair
you always complain
you never stop complaining
what’s wrong with you
let’s compromise, they say
meet over the cliff
we’ll freeze halfway down
or I’ll fire the gun
so the bullet stops
when the smoke comes out
What’s the problem? they say
I said, that’s what happened