Over the gloved hand there is a hooded bird and either we have time traveled into extreme wealth or poverty or this is a demo at a nature center or public school. Education gave me a heads-up that societies get stuck in loops and we were due for a gilded age but my family and a popular culture based heavily on underdog stories encouraged an unresolved conflict in me between patriarchal lust to be revered as a beneficent provider and also a masked crusader who reveals crimes and apprehends miscreants. But who I cannot help myself being is a guy who talks a lot, often just going and going, making funny noises and setting myself up to be regarded as half-assing the patriarchal thing. The hood is lifted, and the…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, January/February 2025