Hi, This is My Trauma by Ron Riekki

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Hi, this is my poem.
Hi, this is my poverty.
What’s that?
My poverty.
The poem and my poverty shake hands.
Everyone ignores my trauma.
I go over to my trauma,
start talking to it.
It tells me about a helicopter on fire.
I tell my trauma I can’t talk about that.
I got hypnotized to not be able to remember that.
My trauma gets quiet.
My poverty walks over.
My poverty is drunk.
My poverty wants a ride home.
I realized one night,
like this thunderbolt,
that I’ve lived in a horror movie.
I wondered my genre
and realized it’s horror.
It’s because of all the blood.
From the prison
and the military
and football
and the self-mutilation
and the EMT gigs
and the security gigs
and then the blood
comes over
and the blood is loud,
alpha loud.
I hate all alphas.
They destroy the world.


Ron Riekki’s books include My Ancestors are Reindeer Herders and I Am Melting in Extinction (Loyola University Maryland’s Apprentice House Press), Posttraumatic (Hoot ‘n’ Waddle), and U.P. (Ghost Road Press). He’s edited eight books, including Here (Michigan State University Press, Independent Publisher Book Award), and The Way North (Wayne State University Press, Michigan Notable Book).

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