the American dream?  what quasi-socialist state was this?  the uneducated, or those that just didn’t know any better because they weren’t students of political science, might’ve associated socialism with communism.  I did, for years.  But a socialist government wouldn’t seize your property under the auspices of producing the country’s food, and then, in a

     i don’t know what was up with AOC and or Alex, but I hadn’t heard from them all day—or, if I had, i didn’t recognized that.  Maybe, at this time, there were no telepathic emails to look at; although, i don’t see how that could be, since something happens every day, and it gets

     Where—oh, where, do we go from here?  I had to bring myself back to reality; the stats (so far) were in, and Alexandria was trailing Gavin Newsom (the governor of California) and Kamala Harris (the former Vice President and presidential nominee) by a margin of approximately nine percent.  That was real downer for me,

     the question presented itself:  “Do you want your whole career to be determined by The New Yorker?”  I don’t know why I didn’t understand that they were out of my league—that I was just a drop of water in the ocean to them, and, therefore, it would have been a very bad idea to

     You’ve shifted gears, now.  “yes, we’re moving a little faster now.”  The space between me and Alex had shifted—she didn’t seem to mind that she had a white collar job and i didn’t.  We were closer now than i’d conceded: if the conditions are right, then, yes, you follow your heart.  She was reticent. 

     “You’re supposed to look a little different from the way you do now.”  when is that supposed to happen?  i need to go in now, for the long haul.  the two us, then, Alexandria and I, were learning to repeat ourselves without getting annoyed (since it’s not always easy to get somebody’s voice right

     i was in my natural state   i was testing the waters   that was my intention; to make it possible for the working class to find representation in congress from working class people and or people that are underrepresented and searching for a contemporary voice.  “You wish, sometimes, that everybody could grow old with somebody—that

     that’s not me—that’s another voice: who’s voice?  i have to admit it sounded kind of like my default voice—the one in my head that i thought in, but that, nevertheless, did not sound the way my voice sounded on a recording.  now—i was chanting or counting   nen nen nin, non non nun  using a

     not that i don’t long for sweet release, but you’re miles a away from me—both literally and metaphorically.  What do i expect?  That you’ll take on my characteristics, my habits, my dreams, and make me feel like I’m a real woman?  Maybe you can’t do that—that’s all I’m saying, in which case, or, that