We have feasted
so long
on anger
slathered on our bread
heating up our coffee
fried up in lard.
We knew
that angst and anxiety
pickle up that anger.
Fear makes food
taste like sawdust
and worms
until the wellspring
fills, runs clear,
and someone takes
the child’s hand
to offer a clear
and cool sip
and the old song
something can be saved
the game can still be played
sprinkles like rain on what burns
slides like teardrops
pours like love.
Tricia Knoll was for many months in the Bernie Sanders wing of Democratic voters, a loyal Vermonter. She has a voice disability and was deeply moved to hear Brayden Harrington's speech in support of Joe and the selflessness of a man who stops to help a kid with stuttering. She is preparing letters every day for Vote Forward to urge liberal leaning voters to vote.
