Teaching Poetry to Trump in Prison   He says this class is stupid — so unfair. Fine, I say — write about your victimhood, how life has done you wrong, or how the glare   of fame and money blinded you and cheated you, how nothing is your fault — go on, bare your soul, use all the best words. He says he hates   it here, hates poetry, too. Okay, that’s good, I say — write about making hatred great again, all the things you’d kill if you could.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont February 2025