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Election Night by Dana Knott

Election Night

I will close my eyes

for a day and cease

to be. No intrusion

of thought, not one

quaver or tremble,

nothing but a heart

tiptoeing in a chest.

I am through sacrificing

visions of auroras

to city light pollution.

Just let me be a body

wrapped in blankets

as heavy as wet sod

and send my gauzy

dreams to the silence

of distant constellations.

Dana Knott’s writing has recently appeared in The American Journal of Poetry,Ethel Zine, FERAL, Hyacinth Review,Parhelion, and Rejection Letters. Currently, she works as an academic library director in Ohio, and is the editor of tiny wren lit. You can follow her on Twitter at @dana_a_knott


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