I remember a girl at college telling the room they killed Bin Laden
her voice turned pitchy
& querulous
we were in the study lounge
— awful building, it looked like an arsenal
& sat on a large hill
that spent half the year drowned out by snow
*
in the middle of the episode there’s an argument
between the bureau chief & FBI director who has no ethics
it’s a dumb show filled with crying & gratuitous explosions
//
at times, it feels good to relinquish the idea of taste
the hitch is here the shadow government is boring
*
this week, Andrew is in Key West with relatives
trying to make the best of it. they wound up
at a bright, popular, bar Hemingway named after a sandwich.
he sent a photo of a parked car
caked in kaleidoscopic trash.
my boyfriend held it up on the couch Tuesday —
we were taking a break in the conversation
about whether to go out & where & for how long
***
scenes from the winter white house
3/4 of the moon through a swimming pool
aides clustered behind the Japanese Prime Minister,
the flair from a cell phone—
it’s bad op-sec. it’s a wedding party.
there’s a door in the ballroom covered
in sculpted gold babies. panel after panel,
the same gross cherub. I’m not fucking with you.
wasted most of last night
trying to get to pictures of entrees
at the Mar-a-Lago—
*
something’s not right.
the horse show is cancelled.
our parents are talking
about Deep States again
//
does everything belong in a pieta?
It’s 1am
the neighbors string lights sag in the wind