ode to election day

thank you Nana for making those hurtleberry sounds.

in my fake voice, i've thrown stones

at windows in my pursuit of revolution. 

Afterwards, I punched the air                    furiously

with exaggerated pride.

No one was hurt

but I felt good, smiled, kicking

my legs under the table. Then

that moment came when stones

weren't quite enough. But

I see what you mean Wallace Stevens

when you wished hudibrastic,

mock rhetoric was like the "it"

girl in gym class

who never showered for

fear of her braids fizzing or her

goth, acid washed denim dress

shrinking up above her thighs;

her tee shirt bra pink as doll dreams.

But in case you didn't notice

I pushed Grandma to the polls

this morning and it was hard as f**k

getting her over the speed bump

in the graveled parking lot. But

she cast her vote like a tiger

in the backseat of a station wagon,

spitting out the fur and bones

that history alone forbade

her to swallow.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Thank you for this. It's what I needed. My long day had nothing to do with voting. But the next few hours and days worry me.

[h d e rushin]

they worry me too Ms Emily. The seeds of discord have been planted deep in the ground. And with no one to show us the way forward, we turn to God. An account will be had before him....thanks for your words love...dana

[Emily B]

Light at the end of the tunnel, maybe :)

[Delmar Cooper]

I was moved by the fierceness of the geriatric tigress. Wish I'd been there to see it. Though I did sort of, as well as the Red Ball Express Wheel Chair Teamster that got her there.

[h d e rushin]

that's funny....thanks for your insight brother....i love your thoughts here....dana