This is a weird one. Sometimes I'll start thinking about Steven Mnuchin and get so mad. Other times he just seems like a paradigm of all that is weird about the Trump administration -- not wrong (although that, too) but weird -- how Trump mocked Hillary for her Goldman Sachs connections and then dragged this guy into the White House, the portfolio of movies he's invested in, including (but not limited to) The Lego Movie, the Thomas Pynchon adaptation Inherent Vice, and Mad Max: Fury Road, and the way his wife invites rubbernecking, Asma al-Assad style.
But most of all it's this picture, and the accompanying tweet by Christopher Ingraham that seemed so sad and poetic and weirdly hopeful, that made me want to write this poem, and which I sampled for the last two verses. There it is. My confession of love. Steven Mnuchin, I hope you're happy. Now please take care of this country.
With enough money
Steven believes
you can change minds
The way his name slips by
in the credits for Avengers
and The Lego Movie
to show his old bullies
whatever they wanted
to do to him, it backfired
Steven marks his territory
like a bulldog on a Sunday outing
The United States, Steven says
is the greatest country
to invest in
and we are his investment
Steven shouldn’t be this happy in life
but somehow figured it out
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Monday, March 11, 2019
My Slow-burning Obsession with Steven Mnuchin
Labels: poems, washington d.c.
Posted by matthue at 6:21 AM
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