Poem by Marilyn Cavicchia

 

Election Night, 2016

Doing laundry that night
to keep myself from watching the news
too closely; I was almost certain of the outcome,
so why get upset over ups and downs along the way?
My husband at his computer, watching; his face
each time I came back upstairs—his face, and every time,
I fooled myself. If I just stayed downstairs long enough,
things would change, he’d come running down to tell me.
But it was only a dead leaf scudding around in the wind and damp,
the sick, wet clouds of everything changing, except my husband’s face.

 

Marilyn Cavicchia’s publication credits include her chapbook Secret Rivers, from Evening Street Press.

DL Polonsky is a Boston area artist, writer, and filmmaker. His caricatures have appeared in The Boston Herald and His written work includes the children’s book The Letter Bandits from T.B.W. Books.

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