During this voting season, thoughts of wheeling and dealing come to mind.
The Senator Remembers the Lobbyist
From The Breathing House by
He leads me to an anteroom.
He shows me the slick publication
of spliced photographs.
At the buffet table, a perplexing
vigor bursts from his eyes.
On the dance floor, he presses
his hips to mine,
and the coil of hundred dollar
bills excites my anticipation
as it does every time we embrace.
He is able to play along when I
clasp his hand, keeping my
reticent to kiss kiss for the cameras.
We have discussed the jeopardy
of free speech as situations and
power bases reverse themselves.
The Breathing House is available