When They Said He Won

posted November 10, 2020

When they said he won, they meant release the prisoner––you––from her cage.

You can gaze at the trees again.
Look at them glow in the November sun––the leaves on the far one
match your aunt’s car from the 1970s
the yellow-green of a pond.

When they said he’d won, they meant, feel free to laugh again. And this time from joy or from nothing. No longer limited by the cadence of scorn and derision.

This laugh comes after the war
after the false diagnosis
after the fire’s extinguished.

When they said he won, they meant she won. And she wore white that night to remind you of the women who fought and marched for three quarters of a century and more to get the right. To gap the gender.

She wore white for Hillary
for her mother
her sister
her nieces
for your daughter
for you.

When they said he won, they set themselves free. They said, we can stop. We should have known. Not everything revolves around the car wreck.

There will always be car wrecks. They were there all the time.

When they said he won, she won, we won, they meant, go out and dance. Go out and love your neighbors. Bang on a pot and howl like a wolf. You won’t forget this any more than you could forget those other moments, the ones that seared you. Dance to remember.

Many of my dear friends and fellow scribblers are writing daily these days, and maybe you are too. We’re part of a longstanding tradition called 30 Poems in November, and we write to raise funds for the work of Center for New Americans, a local non-profit that supports newcomers to this country on the level of goods, services, helpful information, English lessons and more. I am posting first drafts of my poems daily on my blog, although I am defining “Poem” loosely. I would be grateful if you would sponsor me and/or another poet. All funds go directly to Center for New Americans.

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  1. You didn’t tear Trump’s signs down.
    Still, the tyrant fell.
    Trump might still be in denial,
    but we have escaped from Hell.

    Our President-Elect
    believes in our states being united.
    A female, black Vice President
    gives us cause to be excited.

    Dead people are voting in Nevada,
    You have to know it’s voter fraud.
    Most ghosts would vote for Biden.
    They don’t like disappointing God.

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