Moon Shot
“The powers of the president . . . will not be questioned.”
—Stephen Miller, advisor to President Trump
That I look at that moon of a forehead,
smug confidence not unlike Goebbels’,
that lurking impish advisor to another
demon, and imagine warmly the damage
a baseball bat swung at full force can do
to a human skull, caving it all the way
to the back of a hate-filled head while
a pair of beady, hollow eyes watches it
coming, tells me that I either need to get
professional help to reacquire the lost
feeling of revulsion and disgust
at the aftermath such an act would
produce, or I need to grab a Louisville
Slugger, go to the nearest batting cage,
and practice my home run swing, crushing
taters into the imaginary upper deck of history
until the shaking in my bones passes.
Matt Hohner
Matt Hohner is a national and international award-winning poet. His next book will be published by Salmon Poetry in 2022.
