I don't know these people, 
and they don't 
know us.

I've never seen them 
around here, don't know what
they are about.

Maybe I
should run.
I want to do things!

but
campaigning
is a waste of time.

Puritans thought they were God's chosen. 
But they weren't completely sure.
To think you know God's mind is sinful, you see — 
so, really, the Puritans were elected by God  to sit with the possibility
that they were not chosen.

I don't know about politics. Are we Democrats?
                                 Yes! says her brother, from inside the house, loud.
He can't vote, she explains, with his felony convictions.

This is the best yard, I say. 

The parking lot in front of her building licks the desert foothills. It will be so beautiful in the winter. Today it is hot and brown.

Her sons play around us. A football arcs over her head. 

                                 I don't know what a Democrat is, she says. Whoever is on the side of poor people has my vote!

I say the choice is clear, and it is. But no one running for anything in this race looks like her — they do not have her smile, her shape or her style. 

Silky curls, thick energy. 

She's wearing a deep yellow t-shirt with black letters:

QUEEN.

weatherbeaten house 
perched 
on a mound of rock and dirt
curtains pulled tight
against the sun 
Chrysler 
gathering dust
shirtless 
with a belly full of rage
he moves his body
into the light
gives me an earful
about taxes 
he's never earned enough 
to pay

she is the one I am looking for
but he opens the door
 
I see her behind him
a long arm’s length
 
a smile on her lips
I ask the question
 
and it’s a trigger
 
he hates them all
dems and libs
 
riots in Seattle
child molesters
 
hunter biden
china china china
 
molotov cocktail
 
she slips into shadow
before I learn

which way
she leans
 

I'm sick
don't have time

            for these calls           

I'm afraid
of civil war

           I hate them both
           
because she's a woman
and black

            am I a racist? 

I would vote green 
if I could 
   
           but I can't

every time 
you don't hang up

             it's a surprise
      

reach down a lung
bottom out at an inch
 
knife and pin
wet concrete
 
does my voice sound thin?

Regeneron!
blessing from god
 
not since Abraham Lincoln
has anyone done

what I have done
with all of you

and your prayers
 

a storm comes for the body
puts that taste of metal
in the mouth
 
shivers, twitchy muscle
the self dissolves 
into a fog

which is a kind of grace
 
but then it congeals into solid form
and wraps its grip
around the throat

do not be afraid

hormone crisis, hardwired terror
empties the bowels

he turns the tv
on and off
has a hamburger
and a freakout
 
cook and valet
butler and body man
hair and make up

ultraviolet light
 
bleach
 
he moves deeper
and deeper  
into the house

cleans it out

I got COVID and went to school
learned so much
didn’t read any books but now I know
 
white knuckle
cortisol dump
 
I circle the hospital and then the house
feeling great
nothing like a steroid ride
 
rose garden
family plot
 
I stop and stand to be admired
pull up my spine 
while my body shrinks inside my suit