Election Day

Since coming of legal age,
she had voted her conscience,
though this time,
she knew it wasn’t so important that others knew
why she voted the way she did,
but that she knew why,
& she needed to justify to no one of her reasons,
which were her own.
In remembrance of a life well-lived,
she recalled her grandpa’s words
when someone had asked who he was voting for,
& he had said,
without apology & without hesitation,
“None of your damn business.”
She realized then
that just as everyone had a right to their opinion,
no one had a right to hers.

Poem-a-Day November 2018 Writer’s Digest Challenge #5. Theme: Private

Rebel of a Lost Cause

When Lily Bedletter ran for political office,
her private life was made public—
her divorce,
her bankruptcy,
her emotionally-Facebook posts—
even the two black eyes
she’d given Susan So-and-So
way back in third grade.
The voters made their judgements—
not by casting stones at her,
but by casting ballots against her,
for they knew so much less
about her opponent,
and the less they knew,
the less they could dislike.

2018 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5