Tuesday was high resolution
That bled through to the rest of the week
Like a hangover

I think the world stopped
And watched from dusty lenses
The fiery conclusion to 8 years of foreshadow

I thought it was unsinkable
Our dry titanic
Whose fate redefined patriotism

Five hours later
Busy signals still throbbed
In my ear

Our morning speaker
Choked on easy words
Giving up mid-sentence

Blurry color motion
Flashed on screen
And our meeting ended

I saw expressions change
Around our table
Mouths gaping

I slept well
I hoped I imagined it
And I felt guilty

It was real Wednesday
When our meeting was
Full of puffy eyes and closed mouths