Now and Again

post-election reflections as we find the road through migraine-protective mauve glasses and a halo-ed, at night astigmatism while it's raining...

The Garden of Earthly Delights; Hieronymus Bosch; 1450-1516.

'I76'


I'm only writing this because 


it may matter later...


"Down the Line"


or maybe it doesn't matter at all.


Again. 


—


My Dad asked me if I had voted. 


I am an active journalist, but that doesn't seem to matter as a fact. 


They're "just asking," but,


the questions are not pointed and 


the answers are boring.


Fossils buried where no one 


wants to look. 


But, they can see them just fine. 


'B53.' 


I'll see what I wake up to in the morning 


and decide who I'll be, then. 


But I'm sure someone will tell me, all about me, 


tomorrow, again, 


when it matters 


again. 


'G4.'


—


If it matters, again. 


'N27'


I never know who is listening,


so I'll keep on, here 


for as long as I can


now,


and again. 


'O13'