Meredith MacLeod Davidson
Tyrant
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It is impossible to know ourselves
without indoctrination. We insist
upon democracy – no one’s told us
any way else. I’m stunned to silence by
the selfish. I’ve no interest in life
liberty or happiness beyond my
Peloton subscription or my husband’s
season passes. The kids are picture perfect.
We buff out all the memories. Leeched like
the gnarling branches of unstewarded
olive groves. A bulldozed body means
nothing these days. Did you know the T–Rex
was quite likely an excellent swimmer?
Its skeletal frame light enough to float.
without indoctrination. We insist
upon democracy – no one’s told us
any way else. I’m stunned to silence by
the selfish. I’ve no interest in life
liberty or happiness beyond my
Peloton subscription or my husband’s
season passes. The kids are picture perfect.
We buff out all the memories. Leeched like
the gnarling branches of unstewarded
olive groves. A bulldozed body means
nothing these days. Did you know the T–Rex
was quite likely an excellent swimmer?
Its skeletal frame light enough to float.
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.
.
.
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Meredith MacLeod Davidson is a poet and writer from Virginia, currently based in Scotland, where she earned an MLitt in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow. Meredith’s writing is published or forthcoming in Propel Magazine, Cream City Review, Gutter, Canthius, Redivider, and elsewhere.
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