David Sapp

Liebchen

Liebchen
You needn’t worry
As we’re civilized
This isn’t 1935
Never mind
The thump of
Jackboots outside
Your window
They’ll pass in time
Return to your
Romance novel
Return to your home
And garden show
Perfect granite
And stainless steel
(Flip that house
Few can afford)
Never mind
That brutal icy round up
(You’re much too pale)
The stifling of speech
The deed to your womb
Remember you voted
Obviously disgruntled
Over the price of eggs
This is Ohio after all
This isn’t 1935

 

David Sapp, writer and artist, lives along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. A Pushcart nominee, he was awarded Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Grants for poetry and art. His poetry and prose appear widely in the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, and Asia. His publications include articles in the Journal of Creative Behavior; chapbooks Solitary Nature, Cardboard Pleasure and Two Buddha; a novel, Flying Over Erie; a book of poems and drawings, Drawing Nirvana; and two books of poetry and prose, Acquaintances and a memoir titled The Origin of Affection, winner of the Violet Reed Haas Poetry Award.