#9 Onion
They say it’s like an onion This work You slice through layer after layer To get to a core Is there a core to an onion? They forgot to tell…
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.
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Re: photo of a Certain Duo: DWAH!
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.