On The Day of Voting
Democracy called me twice,
rang the bell when I
let them dissolve in the glob of call-log.
My republic has two citizens.
One seeks the other.
He is the system. He is the lost ledger
of lodged complaints.
My republic has the valley of summer.
In my journals you'll find
the brief geography of memories.
And I keep my border close to the ringer,
sinking in my capital bed,
thinking of the citizen missing.