Popcorn

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.

tiny rectangular black hole

sucking us all in

                                         faster

I think it's scary

To have someone

Who has done horrible things

Be in charge of our country

Have power and be in control

I love our world

But it's a mess

I don't want it

To get worse

I feel her bracelet cold on my wrist

I taste the coffee bitter in my mouth 

I smell her perfume drifting in the air 

I see her standing over me, strong and beautiful