today is the end of something. 
we all know that, holding our breaths,
hoping we win. 
and i am thinking about the other people, 
who aren't thinking
about elections and polls and emails and pussy.
the ones who are looking for an empty doorway
or a couple hits left on a butt in a gutter
or something warm.
i am not thinking about them because i am good
but because i am sorry.
i am so very sorry.