powder keg

four years ago i woke up at exactly midnight and wept

over my phone screen.

four years ago i watched a pretty white boy

hold up a sign,

felt the yelling in the palms of my hands.

four years ago i didn't know who would last longer:

me, or the man on the sign.

four years ago someone lit a fuse;

i hear the hissing, i am still

waiting for the boom

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a/n: felt some mad anxiety on election night, wrote part of this, forgot about it, found it today and polished it up. i am thankfully less anxious, though whether or not the boom has happened or not is up for interpretation.

stay safe and take care of yourselves, wherever you are.