Election Day

I suppose when
you set my white trusting heart on fire
you forgot
flames sear wild hot
and then smolder.

You forgot about the smolder

and your chipper voice
does nothing
but feed the flame
against a man who carries pitchforks
in invisible places
and has a tale that’s long
to trip tender hearts.

But you forgot

I have a say in your future
and one vote can turn into two
and maybe three.

Cast against you

now I am blazing
with vengeance
at the tip
of my pen.