Poetry

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By

Alejandro Escudé

Poor Person

What’s in this poor President’s mind?

The bilker in it, the mood swings,

the venerable trash. Trees full of it,

the night, its limousine meanderings,

two cute, tall women equals two tens,

tens cannot be split and neither can 

the person on the street, seeped in life, 

suffused in god-light. People this rich 

have no neighbors, I was taught, but

the lesson came from a breakdown:

we hate you because you don’t own.

Alejandro Escudé

Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.