his win makes me feel small and powerless and outraged
like all the misogynists are laughing at us, kicking us in the stomach, and at the same time, not even noticing we exist
so
today
i'm
taking the kids out for ice cream
slathering them in love like a thick layer of frosting
reading a hundred books, hugging them so hard their shoulders ache
running into the sea holding hands
making a list of my life's victories
with a paper and pen
flipping through rolls of film colored with my life's joys
radically, recklessly, brazenly trusting in jesus christ
repeating his mantra
"inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto me"
(in which case, mr. trump, my deepest condolences for your soul)
repeating his mantra
"inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto me"
(in which case, mr. trump, my deepest condolences for your soul)
baking bread, delivering it to the neighbors
painting flowers and dogs and sunsets
standing sentinel between the internet and my neurons
running stadiums until i can't see straight
and in between, when i fall short of this silly list,
i will keep hating mr. trump
because hating him means i hate violence and misogyny and cruelty and racism and dishonesty and manipulation and opulence and anger and rape and greed and idiocy and narcissism and hate itself.
and hating hate
hating him
is my victory today