AMERICA WAKES ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, TELLS ME SHE HAD A BAD DREAM, ONE WHERE THE BOOTSTRAPS HUNG FROM TREES, ONE WHERE THE MORGUE PINNED FLOWERS ON PROM SUITS, ONE WHERE THE CASKET WAS A FULL STOMACH GROWLING FOR MORE. IN THE DREAM, AMERICA FINALLY ELECTED A PRESIDENT WHO TOLD THE TRUTH, WHO DIDN’T BOTHER WEARING A SHEET, WHO KNEW HIS SHOES WOULD BE RECOGNIZED ON WALL STREET. IN THE DREAM, THE SCALES OF JUSTICE WERE BUSY DISCUSSING MISS AMERICA’S WEIGHT.
