First Week of Biden

The first week of Biden’s presidency looks like warm sun and dry, cold air.
It sounds like the anguished hissing of the radiator.
It smells alive, but burnt.
I feel the sun on my face and the hairs on the back of my neck bristle.

What does the first week of Biden’s presidency look like?
It feels like relief after a raid on the capitol is quelled.
It looks like old folks strolling the neighborhood- growing, learning, building strength.
It sounds like sobbing to a fucking Phoebe Bridgers album because there is no fucking hope.
It looks like phone calls to dear friends.
It feels like phone calls to old friends.

Grasping for hope.
Grasping for change.
Hopeful.
Hopeless.
I hear sirens.
I smell burnt rubber.
I shock myself on the cable box.
I stub my toe on the broken door threshold.

What does the first week of Biden’s presidency look like?
It looks exactly the same and it will always look exactly the same.

Keep pushing.

-phoebe fucking bridgers