red bleeding

ben shouts something up from the back of the truck
about how he hates voting as he, baigz and i
head to the poll and i say something
about how he’s the perfect third
to join our ambivalent crew
_______

it”s getting trumpy joseph says across the table
where we we each sit at a sewing machine
and he shows me the u.s. map, 
republican red bleeding/oozing/seeping across it
_______
just want to hide
and pray
(not to jesus mind you, or anyone actually,
but perhaps more for humanity) real hard
i write shiz

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