Heather OC: Week 19 of 208

DOGE + Art = Loss

“The poets brace themselves for imminent, over educated poverty.” ~ Mona Awad

There is no more porridge, and

He has yanked medicare

Right out from under

Your gifted Tiffany flutes,

And Wedgewood china plates.

A cloth whisked from

A cardboard table

Held aloft with milk crates,

And MFA fantasies.

Silly girl. No one

     really cares about

               verses.

Lined up and enjambing

     Themselves right

Off of tall cliffs

      And shattered faces.

A bouquet of bliss

Crashes to the hardwood.

No room for feelings.

He did complain that empathy

Is for the weak.

Just last week - or

Years ago - patrons paid

Your way. Knew

How beauty - even

The constructed kind -

Made the dread subside.