before before
before I could turn
it off but I
miss the morning
all day now and listen
to the radio
letting it
cycle between
news and music and
holding each other
in contempt
feeling like we were
living in an all-new
better-than-before
world one where
we had covens
of rich white men telling
our bodies not to have
ovaries or uteri
and we
were oddly hopeful
hating losing fighting for
a scant handful
of freedoms
instead of shrinking
from them
and our country
is impervious
to our pain
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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