I want to hug Donald Trump
I want to press his cheek
Slathered in pancake makeup
Forced into histrionic distortions
Against my cheek which I have shaved
Since the last week of December 2020
When somehow I felt I must
Disaffiliate myself from bearded men
The same feeling I experienced
In the weeks before 9/11

I want to hug Donald Trump expertly shaven
His wispy coif a monument to tonsorial art
His boxy suits disguising his globular person
The better to extract the mob’s adulation
I want him to be unashamed
Of his baldness his obesity
Perhaps he imagines himself to be
Incapable of shame
And certainly the world has accused him thusly
But there’s more here than a media image

I want to hug Donald Trump contemptuous of persons
Contemptuous of peace and justice
Contemptuous of truth beauty and goodness
Contemptuous of all that is
Cleaving to the ideal of his own apotheosis
And while he looks up to certain personages
And down upon all others
There are more dimensions than the vertical
I want to hug Donald Trump and comfort him and calm him
Narrow furious cowardly and sad