I suppose you think I’m talking
about the President of the United States of America,
but I’m not.
Because this feels more important
than the 16th President,
the Proclaimer of Emancipations,
the Addresser of Gettysburg,
the beard in a top hat.
My Towncar broke down
yesterday
on the highway
during rush hour
and not much could be worse than that.
I drank a beer first thing yesterday morning because the night was dark and full of terrors and I’m still frightened and, frankly, upset at just how God awful that final season of Game of Thrones was.
Because so I cry sometimes for no reason at all other than that when I had a reason to I felt as if I couldn't.
I first read you when I was wayward and lost, wanting to find the straightest line back to the path I’d started on. But you told me to stop looking for the straight line, to stop looking and then to s