Pre-Election night 2020,
Two days after a blue moon,
In the heart of Downtown LA,
Not the time to have a period.
A PERIOD!
Here i sit in the dark-post pacing, trying to find a place for my izziness.
The sound of sirens cuts the wrap of ghetto birds.
High up here now on the 6th floor of my ivory tower.
I do not want to go anywhere,
I do not want to see anyone.
I'm too nervous to drink.
I will venture out briefly,
In the dark.
To celebrate a friend.
I will walk to say hello,
About all I can muster in my tank.
Anxiously dodging uncertainty.
I have a neighbor who needs me to pick them up at the airport,
14 hours after I dropped them off.
They got kicked out of Hawaii.
Wrong COVID exam.
Why is ANYONE trying to go anywhere?!!
After acquiring a light fixture and some other industrial vintage parts,
I am once again reminded why people make money
If only to avoid the uncertainty of purchasing from potential meth heads.
I hide from another neighbor in her own twisted world,
I cannot help
A break up and a move,
In the midst of election uncertainty.
Fumes,
Insides twisted.
A Do Not Disturb note seems appropriate.
I can only handle one crisis at a time.
And the World,
Our World is askew.
A sign on the door.
I might have to do that.
Turn the phone off.
Create a warm sound bath of a womb in my home.
My stomach is in knots.
My head a slow slosh against the boarders.
Insides pressing against my bones and skin.
Pushing guts outward.
Today is not the day to be menstruating.
November 3, 2020.
The biggest election of my lifetime.
Not today.
At least chasing fruit flies is not an option.
I do not have a fly swatter.
I'm painting.
Drawers, a dresser.
Nina Simon and Lauryn Hill.
Do you hear me screaming?
THINGS HAVE GOT TO CHANGE!!
Elect change.
Breath a little easier
Albeit spray paint fumes.
Jumping off a cliff.
Wearing a helmet.
All too familiar of the impact from four years ago.
God help us all.
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