Poems for Trump #29 Suddenly.

Suddenly!

Suddenly when brushing my teeth
walking the dog,
bending down
to pick up trash,
it hits me
all over again,
"He's! the President."

It sneaks up on me sometimes
when dozing,
or gazing
lazily
out the window,
buttering toast,
tying laces,
"He's! the President."

At moments of stillness
warmth & some
supposed secure
sweet sweet happiness,
I'll be jolted right back,
like on a bunjee-cord
kinda ...
pulled right back
to that awful,
truly awful
realization,
"Good God!
He's! the President!"