Ten
At 10
when my partner leaves for work,
I smoke a bowl and climb in bed.
I’m glad I’ve deleted my Twitter.
All I can think about is
WWE Wrestling
and how Donald Trump…
our American idol,
our head of state,
our commander in chief,
made it on air.
I wish this nation
was fake news.
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I’m writing a bio of a professional wrestler while he is still alive outside that squared circle. This is the heart of your poem for me…