COPYRIGHT 2016 TALKING BOOKSITE DESIGN BY THE YONDERDAY FAMILY

Election Day 1 & 2, everyone at the marathon wore blue

ELECTION DAY

i woke up, went to work,
& played barista

walked home with
hands in pockets,
crumpled ones

ran up the stairs
to get high
before leaving

at the pizza joint, i listened
as an old guy explained to me
how we could fuck
without his wife
finding out

i kept eye contact
& practiced
deceiving men,
took my $150,
some weed,
& walked out the door

at the piercing studio,
i learned i have a
deviated septum
i got it pierced anyway
& i wasn’t even surprised

i went to a boy’s house
who used to be in love with me

i let him fuck me on my period
& he came too fast

whole foods was closing
& everything seemed bright

i spent hardly any money
& didn’t really eat

at home, i felt like i was
falling in love so i
smoked weed with my roommates
& lost never have i ever

& to think
that this is the last day
any of us
could feel safe

ELECTION DAY

never underestimate
anyone with money

never overestimate
the guy you fucked last night
because he will probably
explain to you
his interpretation
of your fear

EVERYONE AT THE MARATHON WORE BLUE

i spent seven dollars to feel slightly different
and it hardly worked

lately i’ve been guilting myself into everything
i have a rash on my neck with no source
it’s like the plague again,
each second i spend with you

i feel a little worried
your right eye is inflamed and closing down

everything is a fast blur in a cold city
i keep wearing crop tops in november’s chill

my friend came over and we became friends
joked high, is peanut butter see-thru
i have always been bad at political action
and locking doors

i told my roommate why i don’t go to the rallies
i am afraid, i tell them, that i’ll get shot
they tell me that this is irrational, i tell them what i think
when i hear airplanes overhead

i’m sorry but i have heard that there is tear gas
in portland, i’ve heard that there is a roommate there who lifts a lot of weights

it hasn’t really mattered who the men are,
when i see them now, i think “you’ve won”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Shy Watson is a poet & watercolor artist living in philly. she is the author of AWAY STATUS at bottlecap press. more poems can be found at .

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