after the election, California,
continues
to slowly
count the mail in ballots.
the no ID votes.
there's one
woman
at a desk in LA
over a taco
restaurant
flipping through the hand
written notes,
marking down
the votes.
she wets her finger and thumb,
and flips
to the next page
as she eats
a burrito
and drinks a Hard Mike's
Lemonade.
she makes
a mark on column
A or column B.
how much longer,
they ask her,
yelling up the stairway.
soon she says,
soon.
maybe another week.
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