Election Night


once long ago
you and I walked home
late at night
you giving voice to rare joy
now I can’t remember the last time you texted me

tonight she sleeps in the loft with the lights on
holding tightly to her bun(ny) from childhood
worried that He
this other elected one
is going to come and get her

this is what we’ve done
my how the arc has swung
and I wonder
who will be sliced by the pendulum?


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