The K Street Prophet

On our way home from Washington,
there is a man standing in the middle
of the road blocking traffic. I really
wish I could hear what he was yelling
but his words are garbled, whether with
booze or side effects of the wrong
medication, I don’t know. I wish I
could stop the car and approach him,
pen and paper in hand, and ask him
to show me what he’s fighting for.
Once I understood, we’d make protest
signs and fight for it together. Instead,
I turn to you and say “there will be
more of this when the government
takes away our healthcare.” What
I really mean is that my pills run out
at the end of the week. Instead,
I moan about not having enough
time to see the Smithsonian
and the aching soles of my
blistered feet.

Daryl Sznyter received her MFA in poetry from The New School. Previous and forthcoming publications include The American Journal of Poetry, Poet Lore, Gravel, Third Wednesday, Best American Poetry Blog, and others. She currently resides in Pennsylvania.