I went to sleep this morning after a glorious waking night. Once I was good and sound asleep, I brewed some coffee sub, read the hostile nonsense on the news sites, daubed salt water on my hollow face, pushed open rickety trailer door, emerged to greet the sun as it darkened the smoggy night. Fellow sleepers fed cats, chased trains, admired their own roofs. Steam on the horizon. Children who would soon be dead. Rats on can lids. A billboard:
FIGHT THE ENEMY WE SAY TO FIGHT
HATE WHAT WE SAY TO HATE
YOUR PITS STINK. USE THIS.
YOUR BREATH SMELLS. USE THAT.
DRINK THIS. EAT THAT. KILL THIS. STOMP THAT. SCREAM, WAVE ARMS, DROP AND ROLL.