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