today, i elect jonathan, eleven & already making roads out of water

young genius, blog writer, lil community activist, curls tight

as pinky swears, black as my nationi trust the world in his tender

blooming hands, i trust him to tell us which rivers are safe to drink

& which hold fish like a promise

 
i elect eve ewing, who i know would ms. frizzle the country

into one big classroom where grandmas finger paint

the national budget & uncles stand around smoking blacks

plotting on stars for our escape            she could walk to the podium

at her inauguration & say, the future is now, & we’d all marvel

at the sun & moon looping the sky like a gif as the cars learned

to fly & our skin grew bulletproof

 
& colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the air

bent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children & vets

 
& rihanna is my president, walking out of global summits

with wine glass in hand, our taxes returned in gold

to dust our faces into coins


& my mama is my president, her grace stunts

on amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread over

mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed

 
& my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet

cause she knows to trust what the pan knows

how the skillet wins the war

 
& the man i saw high kicking his way down the river?

he is my president

 
& the trans girl making songs in her closet, spinning the dark

into a booming dress? she too is my president

 
& shonda rhimes is my president

& nate marshall is my president
 
& trina is my president

                     
& the boys outside walgreens selling candy

for a possibly fictional basketball team are my presidents

 
& the bus driver who stops after you yell wait! only twice

is my pres

 
& the dude at the pizza spot who will give you a free slice

if you are down to wait for him to finish the day’s fourth prayer

is my president

 
& my auntie, only a few months clean, but clean

she is my president
 
& my neighbor who holds the door open when my arms

are full of laundry is my president

 
& every head nod is my president

 
& every child singing summer with a red sweet tongue is my president

 
& the birds
 
& the cooks


& the single moms especially

 
& the weed dealers
 
& the teachers

 
& the meter maid who lets you slide

 
& the cab drivers who stop

 
& the nurse’s swollen feet

& the braider’s exhausted hands

 
& the bartender
& beyoncé

& all her kids
& the rabbi

 
& the sad girls
 
& the leather daddy who always stops to say good morning

 
& the boy crying on the train & the sudden abuela who rubs his back

& the uncle who offers him water & the drag queen who begins to hum

 
o my presidents!

my presidents!

my presidents!

my presidents!
 
 
show me to our nation

my only border is my body

 
i sing your names

sing your names

your names

 
my mighty anthem
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