he won. again.

on waking up this morning and the american nightmare.

last night, i watched the numbers roll in with my sister (who is not my sister) from the safety of an un-named, New York borough. she and i prayed over incense. she and i lit candles. she and i cut chords as

a delivery man left a $15 dollar cherry pie on the staircase.

i thought i saw his red hat bobbing in the distance, so

my sister (who is not my sister…