A poet on my Facebook feed likened watching the electoral votes come in to watching a cancer screen of the nation. What we saw was widespread malignancy. This spoke to me not only because I fear malignancy of our collective soul as well as our corporeal whole, but because I spent the evening and early hours of the morning in the ER waiting room with my partner who had been having difficulty breathing as of late.  If this sounds to you like the birth of another metaphor, I mean to tell you that it is not.