elise.writer

For fifty years through thought and wit
We have made our own decisions
Our bodies are ours, as we've known all along
We can't let them be up to the politicians

Black-robed judges and justices

In the toughest of time
The roughest of days
Worthlessness overwhelms
Inside

Soon enough
"Apology accepted"
It's alright, remember here
We're all on the same side

But the nine in the capital

That blurry haze of
Sunstricken blue and
Inky purple
Rendezvous deep in
The ether for just a
Wink of time
Scintillation echoing
From dull lightbulbs of
The night obscured
By inconspicuous
Clouds where

Every morning I rise
To solemnly smother strawberry jam
On some sort of cinnamon muffin

Every morning I rise
To toss on a t-shirt  I've worn three days in a row
And brush my teeth for not-long-enough