…a cloth flower pinned to her dress where cool chicks
wear their Obama buttons.—Manohla Dargis,
film review of “Sex and the City,” New York Times 5/30/08

I admit I often feel
like a vegan on Turkey Day,
a C.O. in World War II,
or a loud lesbian guest
at some straight wedding feast
harping on the topic
of marriage equality.

A killjoy, spoilsport,
vintage party pooper.
Poe-like raven croaking
against the songbird trend.

I don’t want to re-
decorate the Imperial
drawing room
with Romare Bearden prints.

I want
America

to come
to an end.