—after Kinnel
A Friday (the day of Frigg,
Norse goddess of wisdom)
that sags gray as brains, the
day closing this long week
since an uncertain absurdity
began to un-settle itself in—
(blurting like boils from under
maize-ish, cirrocumular mesh,
ranting, being ranted, mouthing
black smoke, inhaling black hearts,
splaying deal-breakers like pollutants
burping out over America First factories,
self-delusional centrifugal elipticals)—continues,
so a 4-year interim begins: protest marches, opinion polls,
endless petitions, reorganizations, reactions, confrontations, wiser
fights, phone calls, letter blitzes—but, also, through-it-all candid accord?
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