ars poetica
you think I’m kind on the daily
—and my healing
always soft
you don’t see me
beat to the ground
the Forehead Man
& his Mouse-God friend—how
I bonked the lights out
from their faces til one
had no teeth
and the other—
only a mouth
stuffed full of them—
across this white field
I use my own Pointy thing
Stabbing—after all is always
Personal
you see—they did not see
my Rage coming—
said they wanted me
to go Home—Go back
their jaws cajoled—
Go back
to where you’re from-from
& so
they saw me Go
& Go
—with each blue
wide-eyed Stab—
and Stab—
into the bone
& mush of them—
Gone—Home—
Home to my Rage
and they—such slabs
of meat—
Stayed
Copyright © 2020 by Aldrin Valdez. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 20, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.