election blues

the election blues
has made
her make run like a wild
raccoon.
she's sad,
bone weary. what now, she
sighs.
my girl didn't make
it.
she's done.
she's too old to try again.
it's the end of
the world, she says.
this country
is going down the drain.
i pour her another
glass of
bourbon
and pet her hand.
oh well. i tell her, who
knows
maybe he'll surprise us.
this man
with yellow hair.
i hate you she says to me,
drinking
her whiskey. it almost
seems like you don't care.
oh, but i do.
i tell her.
i just remember Nixon,
and we got through that.