Dear Mr.President,
I wonder if when a voter asks you to kiss their baby
you will slip your meaty hand under her dress
and grab what you think you are
always,
entitled to.
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Dear Búho,
Do you think that diagramming
your love across my face will make me
understand who you are?
You hold me lightly, and speak whispers
but distant relatives always told my
father to keep his shotgun
at his,
side.
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