—after Kinnel

A Friday (the day of Frigg,

Norse goddess of wisdom)

that sags gray as brains, the

day closing this long week

since an uncertain absurdity

began to un-settle itself in—

(blurting like boils from under

maize-ish, cirrocumular mesh,

ranting, being ranted, mouthing

black smoke, inhaling black hearts,

splaying deal-breakers like pollutants

burping out over America First factories,

self-delusional centrifugal ellipticals)—continues,

so a four-year interim begins: protest marches, opinion polls,

endless petitions, reorganizations, reactions, confrontations, wiser

fights, phone calls, letter blitzes—but, also, through-it-all candid accord?