Thanks to Janet Wyatt, a white cosmos from our garden.
Talking to Myself Thirty-Nine September 13, 2020
I never know what’s going to
keep me awake, but it’s usually
at two a.m. Maybe worrying
about the ballot. We’re doing it
absentee this year and witnessing
each other’s. I read all the instructions
twice, and we’re going to drive ours
right to the Board of Elections
because we don’t trust our president
not to cheat or try some other act
of the dictator, even more obvious
than trying to ruin the postal service.
Once I’m awake, there’s not
much I can do but get up and
make breakfast and then sleep
another hour or two later, and
reread the directions. The main
things turned out to be simple,
and we did receive our ballots.
Who would have thought ten years
ago that our president wouldn’t
want us to vote? If you’re a worrier,
two a.m. is bound to be a problem
once in awhile. Except for that,
I sleep like a log.