Hangover

You wake with an election hangover.

You decide the only cure is to continue reading Gibbon’s The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. You are reading chapter XIV, the rise of Constantine, the prelude to the chapters on the rise of Christianity, your favorite chapters, for Gibbon uses pure and unadulterated acid for ink.

And, of course, you’ll write a curative poem about love and truth, but you’ll write it slant as Emily advises.

You hear a knock at the door. Have the Sixties Police finally come to arrest you and confiscate your Beatles music?

Or is it Fortuna and the Muses come to throw a riotous party?