i hate your

moose-shaped pin stuck in a wide red lapel

taupe tights

too-high heels.

and your

perky winking

winning smile

cracked lipstick on

hardback book cover,

legs crossed on Oprah's couch.

the only newspaper

in your house is the Anchorage Daily News.

folded on a sun-room chair

waiting for you to hold it open

like a tent—the perfect camouflage

for mid-afternoon peeks through the Aleutians

at Putin's doings.