The Morning After

the election, my mechanical angel
refused to start. It seems she had
a Republican carburetor, and begrudged
their loss. There I sat,
keys protruding uselessly from the ignition,
cursing party politics.

But you know that wasn't it. Ideological moderate,
fiscal conservative, Hawai'i's favorite son, Kenya's godson--
the man whose birth certificate is more hotly debated than who shot Kennedy!
My car will not get over it.
Some people are just like that.

--another word salad

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