by Dianna MacKinnon Henning
All lies are not the same.
That’s why I won’t watch the State of the Union.
A plague of misinformation.
Even my favorite merlot
fails to numb the pain of the times
and I wake with stains on my tongue.
Go tell it to the mountain
my ears admonish, or at the least tell it
to your closest friend.
But there’s no good in talking,
no one can do anything
with unabashed crooks playing guard.
I would walk my dog
to hush the horror off, but my dog
goes belly flop, won’t budge.
Because of this, my fallopian tubes ask me
to play hopscotch, with assurance that jumping
carries a fertilized egg into heaven
where the Catholic priest Gabriele
Falloppio, the anatomist, promises better days ahead,
that all oviducts aren’t created equal.
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All lies are not the same.
That’s why I won’t watch the State of the Union.
A plague of misinformation.
Even my favorite merlot
fails to numb the pain of the times
and I wake with stains on my tongue.
Go tell it to the mountain
my ears admonish, or at the least tell it
to your closest friend.
But there’s no good in talking,
no one can do anything
with unabashed crooks playing guard.
I would walk my dog
to hush the horror off, but my dog
goes belly flop, won’t budge.
Because of this, my fallopian tubes ask me
to play hopscotch, with assurance that jumping
carries a fertilized egg into heaven
where the Catholic priest Gabriele
Falloppio, the anatomist, promises better days ahead,
that all oviducts aren’t created equal.
Dianna MacKinnon Henning is widely published. A three-time Pushcart nominee, she had work in 2019 in New American Writing and The Kerf. Henning taught through California Poets in the Schools, received several CAC grants, and taught poetry workshops through the William James Association’s Prison Arts Program. Henning’s third poetry book Cathedral of the Hand was published 2016 by Finishing Line Press.
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