Melania Trump

Jessica Yu

On the day the papers publish  
another story of infidelity  
she appears in a jacket  
the colour of silence  
to pick up her son from school  
they say that while the boy  
was in her womb a friend  
she carried always with her  
her husband was telling a playboy bunny 
she was special  

who is he to her 
it feels like foolish talk  
to even ask 
does she long for anything 
did he promise her half his kingdom 
does she regret her  
I would ask does she love him but 
it sounds like the wrong question  

she doesn’t want for me to do this  
to weigh one stone against another to 
look on her with an orchestral sympathy or  
a bridal scorn  
she wants to be left alone 
to watch the world from a hard window  
motionless in a dress tall as the sun  
she doesn’t want for me to say 
she married money and  
woke up with a man