Election Day: Nov 6th, 2012

If I can fall in love with a boy passing westward
on 7th while I move east
If I can make a long distance phone call during my lunchbreak
to a friend who is sobbing on the T
and If I can smoke on a terrace while the bars are letting out
and the streetlights shine on the 100 people searching
for their cars Then don’t you still exist as we imagined you America?

The newscasters speak as if you were both halfs
of the iron maiden as well as the body closed inside
But I will spit at the feet of nostalgia You
still look young and sexy to me America

Full of potential

Too cool for the crowd you hang out with

I may be humanities educated but
I admit you are the body and I am
          just a fleck of your hot blood

If I want to kiss the girl through the mics of WYSO
as she announces election results in Yellow Springs, Ohio
If I walk to corner store for smokes in San Antonio, TX 
where the kid with trackmarks not much older than I am says
I’m having a hard time
says, 
can you spare...
and it’s the face of a former president on a piece
of metal whose smell rubs off on my fingers
that he wants but I only use those to pay
for laundry so I don’t have anything
to give him and I start crying
Doesn’t that mean the chambers of our hearts
are still conjoined America?
Doesn't that mean you still exist just
how we imagined you?