My friend Martin Pousson is an amazing writer. Author of, among other things, the profoundly strange and disturbing magical memoir Black Sheep Boy (Rare Bird Books, 2016).
Plus, look at Martin’s arms.
Also, Martin’s an amazing poet, and when he gives readings of fiction, memoir, or poetry, it’s always performative in the best possible way.
When I heard he’d written a, um, rather graphic poem about Donald Trump, how could I resist? I had to have him come over to and read it so we could share it with you. It’s part of my push in 2017 to show all the irreverent ways we can resist, create, and radiate power to one another, which culminates this month in my online course, Radical Undoing: Decolonize Your Mind with Sex, Science, the Occult, and Philosophy, which you should sign up for so we can do this work together.
The poem originally appears here in the Los Angeles Review of Books.
Follow Martin on twitter, and buy his latest book, Black Sheep Boy, here.
Conner Habib 