Vote.

A trickle of coke still lingers within my throat,

Tequila rests on my tongue,

“Shall you vote” is offered on the table,

As an exotic dish glimmering in between sniffles.

Dancing around the answer sitting centerfold I feel the weight of their pause deep within my joints

my teeth begin to clench.

“Will you vote?”

Echoed again

riveting between my skull

“Will you vote?”

Listening to the charade of false promises and pessimistic unfolding I begin to interject,

“How-“

Cut off with whipped tongues and more false truths I sit,

And I sit,

And I sit.

I wait for a lull in the conversation before I begin again

“You need to vote”

Crashing waves and imperfect truths spill over the platter face-fold for us to devour

A man speaks,

Again and again,

A man speaks.

Frozen in my seat I realize how its happening,

Mouths wired shut, eyes dreary.

The reality etched within me.

I’m back to my human necessities,

Fear,

Primal fear.

“What a privilege to say you’re not sure”

Will you vote,

Shall you vote,

You need to vote,

Please dear god, vote.

Doom rattled my skull as I dragged my bicycle across the cement.

Shoulders hunched in defeat I realized,

The world plays fair for the ones born into it correctly

Ivory skin and heavy penis,

Chipped shoulders and entitlement wired through.

Prerequisite to decide.

Do I need to vote?