I'm still pretty numb from the election, but I have been finding a lot of solace in "Fantasy Baseball at the End of the World" by John K Samson, written during the first Trump presidency and, I think, capturing that moment (and, now, this moment) as perfectly as can be.
Right now is very hard. Here's something beautiful and angry and hopeful.
Listen on Spotify, Apple Music, or YouTube.
I manage my fantasy baseball team better
Than I manage my anger these days
And I'd trade my best pitcher
For a draft-pick and a picture
Of the president writhing in pain
It's a weird thing to wish for
But I can't stop wishing
Refreshing the browser, someday
If I live long enough
And the world doesn't end
My wish will come true, in a way
And he'll die like we all die
In pain or asleep
And we'll still have our fantasy baseball
And the next fascist fucker in line for the job
Of demolishing hope for us all
So I'm putting in love now
I'm putting in faith
Putting fear on a long-term IL
I'm going outside
I'm going to help organize
Something better
Something beautiful
Published November 8, 2024. |
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