Election Day

Election Day

My face turned red,
and it wasn't from the reflection
of the computer monitor.

One by one.
Two by two.
The states (the country!) seemed to be
turning the color of blood.

I am a beetle on its back
in a rainstorm
spinning out of control
on the heels of democracy!

Again the memories of four years prior.
Like a child mistakenly left at the airport.
Where a man with big ears,
and a toothy grin,
offers me "candy."