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you opted out of the

midterm elections how

can I love without raising

objection?

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I vote for you and me our

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Journal # 11.09.16

The map of the states, the topography of the election was blood red and rising last night. I thought it looked prettier with the interstitial lakes of blue we saw in 2008 and 2012. In Manhattan there was a glass ceiling, unbroken, and through it one could see the many dejected faces below, their leader missing in action. Somewhere deep in the everglades she lost, by a fraction. Today the proper treatment is falling in line. Come together and act united, the states. I know where I’m gonna start… I will be heading over to Susan B. Anthony’s grave with my wire brush, to remove all those – I VOTED! – stickers from her tombstone.

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Politics goes on like usual in our country and some people take sides and others don’t and everyone seems to wanna espouse something even if it’s indifference. I cannot eat an apple because I have a temporary crown. I could cut one up but it’s not the same. I prefer not to use a knife on anything if I can help it. Someone once used a knife on me. They asked for money and all I had was some change. This was Chicago in maybe 2001. I had a buck knife I used to carry around then, but it wasn’t on me that night. Not that I would have used it, I’m sure I wouldn’t have dared. Not with a knife to my throat. Another time several years later in San Francisco I was with a guy in a motel, a dealer, and he took his blade and used it to barricade the door. I guess the lock on the knob was broken. Then we had sex but we didn’t make love. And no I never saw him again. All I wanna do is eat an apple but one of my teeth is plastic and it’s just too risky. Politicians go on and on, calling one another devils an making promises as though they don’t already know they won’t be able to keep them. They feign that sorta innocence, as though they aren’t really politicians just people who want the best for you and me. That’s what’s so heartbreaking about it. Someone acts like they’re innocent but they really aren’t.         — KatYa, 2016