The President

I have met the president.
She is in her sixties.
She has thin gray hair.

She is the descendent
of Abraham Lincoln.
She reported that she was
artificially inseminated two days ago.

She said that she gave birth
to twins and asked me
where she could find two
assistants to care of her babies.

I have met the president
in a skilled nursing facility.
Locked up from the world
she began to weep incessantly.

When I wished her luck
she bid me farewell
and asked me if I voted
for her in the last election.

Queen of the Flies

Flies savor her wound,
Loving the taste
Of infection,
Whispering in her ear,
Oh, beautiful,
Where have you been?

She smiles at the flies,
Shoofly, she says,
I know I'm pretty.
Exposing herself,
No modesty from
The queen of the flies,

Or so she has been
Crowned by the voices
Of the flies, which
She hears everyday:
Oh, beautiful,
Where have you been?