There’s no
making this up
by Craig Kirchner
I’m watching a lawyer,
who sounds like he swallowed a frog,
argue to the Supreme Court
that the former President,
who strategized overthrowing the government,
should be immune from any prosecution.
This is way too hard to fathom.
I decide to go to Publix,
pick up my B-12 script,
Raisinets are Buy 1- Get 1,
and two books of poetry, that were terrible,
need to be dropped off at the library.
Windows down, it’s a beautiful day,
and there’s a fly buzzing around in
front of the windshield.
You would assume with the windows down,
he would fly out, instead, a cousin flies in,
and they decide they’re very happy here.
Got the Raisinets. Sitting on a bench
in front of the library is a bearded lady.
I know what you’re thinking—
he made that up—
trust me, three takes—
gray dress, big gold necklace, pocketbook.
I decide it’s got to be a man, right,
but that if you dressed like that, you’d shave.
No matter what the Supreme Court,
or the flies, now making out on
the windshield, decide to do,
this is one of those can’t make it up fuckin
days.