we don’t fear things—
not yet
in any
meaningful sense—
not the Kremlin nor the yawning sea.
but we fear each
other—
half the country wants to slit your throat
half the country
maybe wouldn’t—
not at first
at least—
if they had their way.
three hundred million devils
the rest mostly snakes and
poseurs—but hopefully
you have some good friends—
friends will help
when nothing
else is
sure.
