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Poem of the Week

I Rebuke

 

"I rebuke the news in the name of Jesus. We ask that this false garbage come to an end."

~ Conservative pastor Tim Remington, Idaho. Quoted in The New York Times, 1/14/2021

 

I rebuke the kitchen in the name of cleanliness.

I rebuke my foot in the name of Fleuvog.

I rebuke the news in the name of the pennant-winning Yankees.

I rebuke my husband in the name of marriage.

I ask that this false dinner come to an end.

I ask that this false body come to an end.

I ask that my husband take out the garbage.

I ask that my husband pick up milk.

Not fake milk. Not goat's milk. Not almond milk.

I rebuke fake milk.

I rebuke goat's milk.

I rebuke almond milk.

This false garbage.

This false garage.

I rebuke my car.

I rebuke my bike.

I rebuke my watch.

I rebuke the news in the name of warm socks.

I rebuke the queue in the name of haste.

I rebuke the new in the name of memory.

I rebuke the dew in the name of snow.

I rebuke the snow in the name of blizzard.

I rebuke silence.

I ask that you treat me like a duchess.

I ask that you give me ice cream. And biscuits. And a hearty handshake.

I rebuke handshaking in the name of covid.

I rebuke covid in the name of slow breathing.

I revoke breathing.

I revoke walking.

I revoke drugs are whack.

I rebuke the war on drugs.

I revolt. I remember. I wish.

I ask that garbage come to an end.

I ask that rebuke come to an end.

I ask that Tim Remington come to an end.

 

 

Elinor Nauen

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