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.