I had left President Trump outside.
I don’t know what got into me
but one moment I was reading about him
in a New Yorker article a week before
his fall, and I remembered I had put the oven on
& forgot all about him. The ex-President
was having a hard enough time without being abandoned
on a plastic chair with a cold southerly sweeping in & being compared
to Nixon a week before his fall. How the mighty have fallen, Shelley
might have intoned so I did the decent thing and brought the magazine in
where conditions were more conducive to the ex-President. Besides,
with the hail beginning to clatter outside, I wanted to finish the article.