Sensing My Dismay at the Election Results, My Wife’s Dog Presses Against Me

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Sensing My Dismay at the Election Results, My Wife’s Dog Presses Against Me

And when I roll over, my toe finds a hole in the not
inexpensive 400 thread count percale sheet and rips

down its length, and I wonder if I should extend this
metaphor to include walls and the unbearable weight

of societal collapse, or hatred with small hands and
minds or faces like pale disks of whitewashed emptiness

glaring at my friends, or, well, my wife and me, across
the restaurant’s laminate booths or the potholed street

by the bus stop. I recall the woman’s sneer and hushed
commentary that afternoon, and though I wanted to

correct her mistaken assumption (hey, lady, I’m not
Hispanic) and redirect her bigotry to the correct ethnicity,

I chose instead to smile and wave goodbye, to drive to
the polls and cast my ballot, one drop in that dark bucket

of nothingness, floating alone, perhaps to coalesce with
others and attain some sense of parity and belonging,

or to remain outcast, bewildered, wondering how this
could be, what’s happened to us, my home, our country.

* * *

This first appeared on the blog in November 2016.

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29 thoughts on “Sensing My Dismay at the Election Results, My Wife’s Dog Presses Against Me

  1. Ah, Bob: So clearly and aptly spoken, though I wish it felt more outdated than it does.

    This gave me a smile: “… and redirect her bigotry to the correct ethnicity.”
    Some 25 years ago, my clearly white like me (and blond) girlfriend and I were walking down a street hand in hand, when, from a passing car, came the heckle of a bigot who could not quite muster the proper epithet in the passing moment: “Ni**********ss!”

    We looked at each other and broke up laughing. It still makes me laugh, and thankfully, that kind of experience DOES feel outdated.

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