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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.

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