We text all night
watching colors shift on the map–
You at a dorm party,
me at the kitchen table
where you learned to eat calamari
and do long division.
Texts are better than voices tonight.
One sentimental comment
about this, your first vote,
would turn you sullen or silent.
To be thankful for what IS.
Tonight, I’m not thankful for
free and democratic elections
or even for raising a child who votes.
Tonight I’m thankful for cell phones.
The gift is these disembodied words
we can trade as we focus on Ohio, Nevada,
And Florida—especially Florida–
a state like you–
Long and slender
and too close to call.