America, Do Me A Solid: Tolerate Trump Five More Days
Kate Washington

I laugh and I cry and I tremble by day and I shake with sweat by night. I cannot take another five days. My bones are rattled and my mind is dizzy. “Grant me relief!” I cry, but to no effect. I am a lone billy goat, separated from his clan, stranded on the highest of the high country and the steepest of the steep and the most shear of the shear precipice. “Grant me relief!”

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