Uproarious laughter, in a post-Trump moment—me imagining his overdose on Adderall before a rally, then a massive coronary, and through incompetence lacked timely help and died.
R.I.Something:
—the laughter was not at his death, but rather a the thought of a golden Trump Mausoleum at Mara Lago, and whether I would have time to make it there for a piss before I, too, die—
Then sea-level swelled in my vision, and the mausoleum slipped below waves...
And the laugh…


