Article voiceover
And it won’t be
about the dream I had two nights ago
when Donald Trump came to visit
in the country he sat on the porch
and I wondered if my stance
that I am open to all points of view
was just a stance and he sat
in a rocking chair I offered him
some brownies and he said
he’d prefer chocolate chip cookies
so I gave him some.
And it won’t be about
last night’s dinner with friends
at a good restaurant called Copinette
on 50th and 1st a block away
from Top of the Beekman the bar
where Peter and I went all the time
so many years ago where we
almost got married but the space
was too small.
And it won’t be about
the 104th Street fair either
one of my favorites.
It’s today.
How I wish the dilemma around Trump came down to cookies vs. brownies---and not for his sake.
Yes, this poem is exactly like a dream.