Circe Invites the President to a Maine Lobster Boil

Circe Invites the President to a Maine Lobster Boil

I wish I could paint
you red, and fuse
your four fingers together,
on each hand leaving
only the thumb free.
I would take
your too long ties
and bind your legs
into a carapace
so you thought,
“I am protected”.
But you would have
forgotten the heat
of a tin shed in July.
For once, I would
feel no dread
at the sound of
tapping on a pot lid
and eat my meal
with joy as thousands
of tiny, hungry fingers
drank the ocean
from your arms.

About the author

Amy Kotthaus

Amy Kotthaus is a writer and photographer. Her written work has been published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Yellow Chair Review, Occulum, and others. Her photography has been published in Storm Cellar, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Moonchild Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, and others. She currently lives in Maine with her husband and children.