The moist air is already sticking to your arms at 7:00 AM, the pores in your armpits twitching like a horse in a starting gate.
“How long do you want to live?” Bob asks over a steaming bowl of fried cabbage
As the details around the insurrection settled into my chest like a bad cold, I realized it had shattered my belief that regardless of our political leanings, we were all Americans who held some things sacred.
Sound bytes are eating my brain. Make it stop!
May you see fit to intervene on my behalf and restore order to this world.