Friday, October 30, 2020

Wake-up Call by Chuka Susan Chesney

Waking up from a Drambuie nap
in the orange peel afternoon
with Siamese cats
Jack and Maurice
who crouch like tarts

Thinking about how
Covid snagged Trump
or maybe it didn't 
Is he making us chumps?

All of a sudden I loudly fart
Jack's ear flickers
Maurice starts

But the felines repose
they don't get disgusted
I hope by January
Trump will be busted




Chuka Susan Chesney is an artist and a poet. Her poems, art, and/or flash fiction have been published in Peacock Journal, Inklette, New England Review, Compose, Picaroon, and Lummox. Chesney’s paintings and collages have been in exhibitions and galleries across the United States.


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