by Jenna Le
my split ends crackle
in the dry November air
my goose-down coat’s nudged
my cheeks out of existence
my hairy calves scritch
inside my long underwear
the polling place lights
sweat yellow in the distance
the 5 PM sky’s
already blueberry-dark
voters in their booths
crouch walled apart like bento
I mouth my own name
through lips pale as pickled shark
the election judge
smiles sweetly nonjudgmental
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| Photo: Mykal McEldowney/IndyStar, November 5, 2019 |
my split ends crackle
in the dry November air
my goose-down coat’s nudged
my cheeks out of existence
my hairy calves scritch
inside my long underwear
the polling place lights
sweat yellow in the distance
the 5 PM sky’s
already blueberry-dark
voters in their booths
crouch walled apart like bento
I mouth my own name
through lips pale as pickled shark
the election judge
smiles sweetly nonjudgmental
Jenna Le is the author of A History of the Cetacean American Diaspora (Indolent Books, 2018), which won 2nd Place in the Elgin Awards, and Six Rivers (NYQ Books, 2011). She was selected by Marilyn Nelson as winner of Poetry By The Sea’s inaugural sonnet competition. Her poems appear or are forthcoming from AGNI, Bellevue
Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, Los Angeles Review, Massachusetts Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Pleiades, Poet Lore, Rattle, and West Branch.
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