"Nice shirt!" pollster said.
"My hero," I say, found out.
"Same," she winks at me.
Author's note: I bought this blouse a year before RBG died. The company that made it doesn't sell them anymore. But I wear it to the events where I need to boost my confidence and subtly communicate my worldview. Most people think it's a simple leopard print. But those who notice, know. It's like a coded language.
About the haiku: I know it's not really meeting the haiku criteria and I should have said "poll worker" instead of "pollster." But then it would have been 6 syllables in the first line.
Obviously, I've voted. I still like voting in person, especially because I live in the red-blooded rural Pennsylvania where my vote counts and where there are no long lines at the polling station. It's actually quite a pleasant experience: all poll workers are polite, friendly and attentive. There were more people voting this time, however, than in previous elections, but the turnaround was really quick. Took me about 5 minutes total, quick in and out on the way to work.
About the Creator
Lana V Lynx
Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and short fiction. For my own sanity and security, I write under a pen name. My books: Moscow Calling - 2017 and President & Psychiatrist
@lanalynx.bsky.social
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