ELECTION MONTH
2020 Sophie Sharp
the women from Florida speak to me on the phone like I’m their niece I ask them if they’re registered to vote they ask me if I believe in God at night my roommates and I brush our teeth in the smallest bathroom our feet shuffling in a slow dance a sad celebration in eight square feet we turn on the fan just before bed to block out the street noise and night music some evenings, I float into sleep other times I rub the blister on my heel and call my mother on the phone I want her to tell me not to cry
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