By Greg Zorko
you can tell me
about your dreams
your forecast is
fantastic
i call you
Joe Jr.
and you make the future feel
real
like a problem gambler
it takes
overwhelming effort
you fall
back asleep
i read
that a one-in-a-million event
happens
every few days
depending on what
you consider
an event
Greg Zorko is a writer based in Madison, WI. He is the author of Ghost in the Club (Metatron, 2016) and Chirp (Ursus Americanus Press, 2018). He writes a lot about nature, the Midwest, anxiety, food, God, and socialism.
Why we chose this piece: Political poems are usually tough sells for us because they tend to be very external. This one popped for us, though. Poetic language and imagery take the front seat to drive home Greg’s point. The language is tight, and he uses a subtle hand to make politics personal. Despite past disappointments, people want to believe in their candidates to make a difference in their lives; we get told to vote to make our voices heard, but these days, it feels like we’ve hit a wall. And that ending? Phenomenal. It encapsulates dread and worry in a clever, compelling way.