MICRO

Two Micros by Ari Wolff

"Baby Donald Trump Comes to Preschool with a Hooters T-shirt" and "Plum Island"

By ARI WOLFF  |  26 OCT 2016

Baby Donald Trump Comes to Preschool with a Hooters T-shirt

and plastic cell phone
before I can ask he’s in
terrorizing the other babies
demanding his croissant
imitating the faces of adults
egging each moment on
he believes he’s the fox
and it’s his dinnertime
he believes he’s the barn
and all the animals inside
he’s the farmer’s favorite gun
the wind and the water
the village he’s the sun
no naptime story
he’s absent from

♦

Plum Island

Fresh gauze. Sleeping geese.
Frost fights the toes for security.
Abandoned airport, blossoms of ice
swell across the runway. I’m calling
from the moment before you realize
your voice has a sound you can’t hear.
You can’t hear. Swarms dart north.
Each infallible minute inflates.
I circulate the popular omens.
Lepidolite. Lemongrass. Goose
feathers line the floor. I teach
the songs for keeping warm.

Ari Wolff holds a BA in visual art and poetry from The New School. Her work has appeared in Potluck Mag, eleven and a half, and at the Loretta Howard Gallery. She lives in Brooklyn where she teaches art and preschool.

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