Election night
Sometimes shit goes wrong.
It happens. The world can
pull some crap on you, the street
unraveling beneath your black converse
and shattered burnt umber coke bottles behind you.
Sometimes America is more red
than blue.
It happens. Sidewalks filled with
empty people. Rotten yellow
sunflower petals arch in darkened
shop windows.
Sometimes the wrong ceiling is
shattered.
Women with cherry wine lipstick,
smudged as midnight ticked past.
Charcoal nights blended with tears
where only men dressed in gold smile.
Sometimes you give up.
Shadows in New York City apartments,
eating day-old Mexican take out and
holding beer bottles like it was their
mother's hand.
Shit goes wrong.
Dig in your heels. Spit in the face of
bigotry, the bright neon red of prejudice.
This is not normal, this is not normal.
Walk the streets, feel them crumble, heavy
mist sighing from city grates.
Put it back together.