by Paul Hostovsky
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Of course it’s a concern. I, for one, would like to hear him talk about it more candidly, the constipation, for example, and whether he uses Benefiber or Metamucil or Miralax, or is that a state secret? I’d like to know how long on average he sits on the john before there’s any movement on the southern front, and whether he writes any speeches in that attitude, that pose like Rodin’s Penseur sur la toilette. Because I myself have sat on the john for an eternity without making any headway but I get some of my best ideas there, this one, for example, about Biden’s age and my desire as a Democrat for my president to be more forthcoming about the daily indignities of the old, such as constipation, an indignity it isn’t dignified or presidential to talk about in public perhaps, but if he did talk about it he’d get my vote, and possibly the votes of more than a few Republicans. Because look at Trump– I mean the guy is full of shit but he won’t admit it. I think if Biden admitted it, he’d have a good chance of winning the race and maybe get the runs which would really turn things around.
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Paul Hostovsky's poems have won a Pushcart Prize, two Best of the Net Awards, the FutureCycle Poetry Book Prize, and have been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, The Writer's Almanac, and the Best American Poetry blog.
Probiotics help, Paul.