Mundane

a lesbian couple on my bus home from school 

a man in a punk battle jacket on the street 

my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up 

four of my teachers taking the following day off 

three free periods with nothing to do but process 

the boards stay up downtown 

holding my friend as she cries through choir 

my ex celebrating in the hallway & this time 

i can't ignore him 

i can't ignore it anymore. 

my father telling me who he voted for 

all of D.C. is quiet; no one dares confirm 

our worst fears have come true before our eyes 

the look of pure joy on Fox News' reporters' faces 

the look of devastation on MSNBC reporters' faces 

our nation a sea of red as we lose 

one battleground state after another, falling into 

red; the crimson bled for our country will 

have no meaning & no purpose so long as 

he holds his presidential immunity over everyone. 

i messed up my eyeliner thirty-four times the next morning 

easily erasing my mistakes in a way 

he will never & should never be able to. 

billie eilish's "it's a war on women" instagram story 

bo burnham's "that funny feeling" has a new meaning now 

frank iero's outright disappointment in our country & 

we're called out for crying over an election but 

may i remind the audience of what happened the last time he lost? 

crying is nonexistent in comparison to a threat to democracy. 

tears threaten to spill from my eyes in class but 

i won't & haven't allowed myself to cry yet- 

there's too much work i need to do. 

there's too much work we need to do.