i was raised a middle-class girl and my mother had a yellow Formica table

i drop

to my knees and pray.

i pray

that the next week will go by

quickly

so that i don't have to listen

to another

speech

at another rally,

another interview

or another ad on television

or on my phone.

enough already.

this has to stop.

how many word

salads

and exaggerated lies

can we let into

our ears?

we're exhausted by

the hogwash.

let's count the votes

and be done with this madness.