Sure, there’s a metaphor here
for what we need to do in the Midterms
But today I need to make it literal
and impose some order and cleanliness
for the sake of sanity.
This small apartment is all I control
that, and my own time.
Even my mind is not my own anymore,
fixated on each new perfidy,
each new violation of law, Constitution,
and human decency.
So I’ll take up the broom and the dust rag today,
the bleach, the cleanser,
and visualize the Orange Stain
that I can sweep away
or rub out of this world.