When Bush Came to Shove
I was listening
to election results
on the couch
the cat's tail is tick-tocking
against the backdrop of my hair
a day after we'd turned tables
sent the bluecoats
back to the White House,
two days since I'd come down with a cold
stretched out beneath a fleece throw

smell car exhaust fumes drivers
tuned to their own 6 o'clock evening news
the kettle's on the stove
other life forms
wait 200 billion years
to get the picture.
I'm in the kitchen.
Tsk. Tsk. The past is not over yet.