Poem and photo by Leah Mueller
I voted for a pint of my poems
on my door slightly before dusk,
and found them to be
extra kind to each other today.
I voted for a huge wave
of your profile picture,
with whom I was excited to
see my awkward pre-teen, years later.
I voted for $1,000 per month
helping me in an interesting niche market.
I voted for me with an hour.
This made me be exact.
I voted for a protest vote.
In fact, the skull looks nice.
I voted for a lot of lunacy.
I voted for Mother’s Day.
I voted for Hillary Clinton
in a cool video and wild music.
I voted for a product that my sister
built of automatic weapons,
on top of everything else.
I voted for a fine-toothed comb.
I voted for a hard rain.
I voted for legal marijuana, though.
I voted for me, but less bad,
for someone that
blatantly broke the law.
I voted for a couple more than an hour
layover/plane change in Salt Lake City.
I voted for her mouth,
and literally committed Treason
by students in such situations.
I voted for a sign
telling people not to say anything.
There is already chosen.
America is not quite normal.
And if you’re a Mean One,
in battle with firecrackers
until dawn.
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