poem
Volume 35, Number 4

Corporations Are People Too

We stare at the glow and our new parents
come through the hole. Their voices shine.

Get back the smiling memory,
flatter stomach in five days, ten-second bacon. 
One-swipe miracle cleaner, free disinformation. 
Scientists hate us for telling you this. 

Non-gluten eye shadow, investment strategy
to kill for, vacations we deserve, politicians

we don’t. Lotion for skin so soft, the hardest-
working truck that drives in slow motion.

Our new mother has long arms and she 
calls to us. Let me hold you, she says.


—William Ross