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[TEMPLATE] Poems by Others

Psalm for the Slightly Tilted

By Ilya Kaminsky

This is not

a good year.

But it has

witnesses.

When you see them protest the powerful,

since who else does,

they stand

like flagpoles outside the courthouse

after a northeaster.

They came with

the wrong shoes

for revolution.

Still,

they showed up.

Comfort, Lord,

their bodies—

each a question mark

doing time

as a coat rack,

hung with borrowed jackets.

They are your legion

of bent spoons.

They are the only ones

who showed up—

with their orthopedic flair.

I saw my people lean—

not toward hope but toward each other.

They chant off-rhythm

and mean it.

These are my kind of people:

no tears—just

steam from a kettle

that never quite boils.

In times like these, don’t forget us:

the lopsided

leaning on one another,

like sodden paperbacks

left out on the stoop—

Nobody opens them.

But they still insist

on carrying the plot.

Comfort us standing up—

half scarecrow

half saxophone

with a squawk.

While stiffness becomes state policy,

comfort us sitting—

in that collapse called calm.

In the year they come for us

watch my people

make protest signs

out of old pizza boxes.

Watch—

there are no boring people

which is unfortunate.

You’d think statistically

we’d get at least a few—

one-speed souls

with just meh stuff to do.

But none of them are dull.

Each—

a suitcase

held together

by duct tape.

These are your coffee-stained saints

who rise not with trumpets

but with Advil.

They stand

and wait

creased like maps

of a country

that doesn’t exist anymore.

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