I really thought I'd go mad tonight
so, I went to the ocean, the sea, the coast, the edge of the continent. I walked by the surf, watched a giant truly giant ball of fire sun go down silhouettes of surfers and children a boy skimming by startling me out of my rapture. Exultation in another’s misfortune feels wild for a moment a night perhaps beyond (the dream you’ve dreamed) but sickens in the end. Trump going down is all of us going down — Job’s skin, the skin of the teeth.