My point is—don't
judge. He imagined a Valentine's
day card, himself ascending to heaven on
wings, leaving his lover earth-bound. Scared himself so he
walked to the store, bought a card and a
STAY CALM mug.
In class, we
talked about the difference between “mug” as signifier and
signified. My mug melds into lug and luggage and engage and wage and
always at the end there's war. Steve
Bannon wants to “deconstruct
the administrative state” and, while I want to say Derrida didn't
use the word that way, I figure it's trivial, such
mid-course correction. If
we use them, we're “enemies of the state,” the one that's imploding like a building sinking into its own
dust. The children love it, confusing dump trucks with one that
killed a major league pitcher, he who sang so sweetly on the
mound. They release pigeons, don't they? She wonders how to listen to
Trump supporters without judgment, declares she can't. Tim says they
tried back, suggesting he join the Log Cabin Republicans. Our
former president paints portraits of the wounded, tells us how
important it is to talk things through. The sergeant's face frames
one dark eye, one aquamarine.
--11
March 2017
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