Beefcake is losing it. I don’t just mean the election, though that seems to be the case. He’s losing his marbles. Today, he refuses to campaign. While I perform acupuncture on my patients, he sits inside the storefront of the Omaha Steak shop. He’s in a leatherette chair, facing the window, staring out.
The direction he’s facing is toward the windows of my office. He’s kept this up for hours. I don’t much care for this.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.