Where’s the Money?
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The Map
She was sixteen the year everyone handed her a map of a country she was already standing in, and not one of the people drawing it had ever been there. I think about her sometimes, the woman she became, because she got out, and the getting out took her most
Tickets to the Decline
the President and I are the same age. only one of us threw a party We are the same age, Trump and I. Eighty this year. He spent his birthday building a cage on the South Lawn of the White House and putting two men inside it to beat each
Who Got the Money
The Field
I notice, when the season for it comes around again, that the word we have for the evening is only a word for a crowd, celebrare, the verb the old language kept for the act of thronging, of pressing in great numbers toward a thing until the thing itself is