Poetry

October 2, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Alejandro Escudé

 

 

 

Among the Oligarchs

 

 

I wonder: would I be able to survive

 

an early morning raid in my home?

 

What exactly does a lobbyist do anyhow?

 

And aren’t we, in some way, lobbying

 

for something all the time? Tonight,

 

I alerted my wife that I wanted more time

 

with her, that we’re involved in too much

 

and that she doesn’t need to attend

 

anymore parent meetings at our kids’

 

school that all those people do is discuss

 

banalities—that was too Russian of me,

 

to bully her into obeying though I had

 

no leverage, no debt to be repaid.

 

How do you stay sane Paul Manafort?

 

Your surname better suited to a class

 

of military ocean vessel than a man.

 

You just seem so composed, as if the life

 

of a traitor were simple. What is a traitor

 

anyway ? A twitter handle? A hockey player?

 

A can of caviar? The same footage of you

 

on the news like a GIF, that Easter Island

 

moai head of yours, and that curious little

 

athlete’s breath you take, the same breath

 

I often take at work. Maybe my life too

 

is conspiratorial, part of a larger scheme

 

in which I maintain secret contact

 

with a Russian agent whom I consider

 

a friend and ally. And I’ve also asked,

 

repeatedly, that necessary question

 

“How do we use [this] to get whole?’

 

 

 

 

 

Alejandro Escudé

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.

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