I Decide to Tell Ghost Cowboy My Intentions

I’m writing 
a love poem 
even with 
an American 
boot to 
my throat. 

I lick the croony 
sole and picture 
you in a fresh white 
wife pleaser. 

You got 
two fingers 
dripping money 
down my mouth. 

Our razor 
can do 
so much. 

Credit

Copyright © 2025 by C. Russell Price. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 24, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Nothing to me is more American than sex, money, and violence—and, as of late, one’s identity and citizenship have been scrutinized according to someone else’s rubric of what it means to be an American, or rather an American like them. This poem is an eco-anarchist response to neofascism. As a queer writer, I have always encountered oppression; my poem demands a counter-violent act more than writing a love poem. The poem moves from the ‘I,’ ‘You,’ and ‘Our’ to highlight the power one individual’s social insubordination can have.”
—C. Russell Price