We do not sleep. She keeps up with the polls;I smoke until I’m on the couch. She lets me pretend until 1am,when the votes seem sure,then we begin our planning. Where we’d go.What we’d take.Who’d we be leaving behind. She makes the coffee, I feedthe feral cats outside.I apologize to them,like they’d understandif we suddenly left,suddenly disrupted theirlittle lives. One…