My Mother Voted for Donald Trump
by Lily Starr
but I still love her my mother is not a feminist but I still love her my mother trims nineteen horses’ feet in July sun and I still love her my mother says my legs could be so shapely I love her my mother goes to a crystal healer to cleanse her chakras I love her my mother sits outside herself and analyzes the look of her double chin in photos I love her my mother is disappointed that I haven’t had more boyfriends I love her she says I have to kiss a few frogs to find a prince I love her she puts blush on my young cheeks to lift my bones I love her my mother splits my body into categories: good, big, and not as good as it could be I love her I is too short for my mother’s identity she refers to herself in the third person I love her my mother comes home drunk and asks me to take her makeup off I do I love her she tells me not to let my father see her like this I love her he already has my mother loves her father even though he’s an asshole I love her she brings him crab cakes despite his gout I love her she tells me sometimes it is better to be kind than to be right Lily Starr is an eager and passionate student of poetry from Cecil County, Maryland. She earned her BA in English from Washington College in the spring of 2017 and is currently pursuing her MFA at Florida International University in Miami. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming in The Journal, Small Orange, SWWIM, Electric Literature, and elsewhere.
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