dreams i’ve had since donald trump was elected president of the united states

two toyota camrys crashing into each other
in the middle of the night outside my apartment.
dead parents, dead lovers
no lovers at all.
the boy i should have already forgotten
hillary clinton walking through 9/11 rubble wearing doc martens
befriending kylie jenner — she’s actually nice, after all
my first grade teacher telling me i talk too much
missed calls from friends I haven’t spoken to in years
standing on stage at the end of saturday night live when the band plays and
everyone is hugging
and the camrys again, real this time,
hard plastic pieces
strewn across my street.

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