The Undecided Voter
Look for me in the stillness preceding
your footsteps, in the hand
hovering over a tray of desserts.
My shadow angles at any given hour
toward the largest gaggle of people still
milling around. Would you please
buy me your drink? We’ve met
in the hiccup between cable stations
but lean now into this tavern’s laughter
and wonder: will it lift us like a wave?
My preference is to prefer nothing.
You ask to swap past lives like hot air.
From my childhood I remember
other children. From high school I learned
how abstinence seduces till it’s gone.
This will be apparent if you follow me
home. See my front door, faded
from such eager knocking. See my voicemail
ticking its red numbers north.
My whispers (come closer, come listen)
make poll graphs quiver like tantalized
nerves. Will you consider spending the night?
The still air reminds you of all you’ve not said.