“Let’s Annotate RFK Jr’s love poem” by Sean Devine

Yr open mouth awaiting my harvest.^[1] 

Drink from me Love.^[2]

I mean to squeeze your cheeks to force open your mouth.^[3] 

I'll hold your nose as you look up at me to encourage you to swallow.^[4] 

'Dont spill a drop.'^[5]

I am a river.

You are my canyon.

I mean to flow through you.^[6] 

I mean to subdue and tame you.

My Love.^[7]

^[1] Roadkill is technically a harvest

poisoned, flattened

like morals and brainworms.

^[2] Those seeds bear rotten fruit.

The well, tainted.

^[3] I thought forced injections

was an issue of freedom?

Are you not against

ingesting toxins?

^[4] The contradiction is rank

like your medicine

like bear meat in your trunk

like measles ravaging Samoa

from your encouragement.

^[5] Yuck.

^[6] You do not erode

but corrode

like acid.

Erosion makes beauty.

You make abhorrence.

^[7]Domination can be an

expression of love.

But from someone, so public,

dragging corpses off of roads

and out of hospitals,

there’s no love here.

Benjamin said when politics

embraces aesthetics,

it’s fascism.

But there’s no aesthetic here.

It rings hollow,

like fascism

and death knells

and worm-eaten minds.

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Sean Devine is a teacher who is trying his best, alright? He lives in Barrie with his wife, and a couple of pets. 

@drdevineesq