#trumpless

We made love in the hotel

tenderly and sweetly

slowly

renewing the connection

forgetting about time

There are no mountains here

save the ones of your flesh

nor are there arguments

on Facebook or otherwise

We are children here

wrapped up in our bodies' forgetting

and they may call us many things

in a language

we can't begin to understand

but they don't call us snowflake

they can't call us libtard

That much I know

That much I know

We are in Trumpless space

almost a full day ahead

of stupidity and scandal

Whatever he will do

he'll do it tomorrow

in a world

we can barely still picture

and we will still

We made love in the hotel

tenderly and sweetly

slowly

renewing the connection

forgetting about time

There are no mountains here

save the ones of your flesh

nor are there arguments

on Facebook or otherwise

We are children here

wrapped up in our bodies' forgetting

and they may call us many things

in a language

we can't begin to understand

but they don't call us snowflake

they can't call us libtard

That much I know

That much I know

We are in Trumpless space

almost a full day ahead

of stupidity and scandal

Whatever he will do

he'll do it tomorrow

in a world

we can barely still picture

and we will still

I never thought I would be quoting Ronald Reagan to make an argument for the centrality of the arts in American life — but his phrase struck me, during the bizarre cultural moment we are living through: “Our nation has crowned her greatness with grace.” Mr. Trump wants “to make America great again” without dissent and without the arts; but can one truly have greatness without grace?

When…