Yesterday Caesar died. The Ides of March. And you, Brutus?

Do we pray for a new Caeser, a kindly emperor to solve all our problems? Since when is it unacceptable to question the competency of our elected officials? How many people are imprisoned incommunicado without charges against them? How many tears and how many bombs and how many land mines and how many soldiers will our "gentler foreign policy" generate? How many jobs sent overseas how much poverty how many poor uneducated sick hungry homeless people here right here right here? How much inequality between the rich fat and the working class, shush don't mention "class" you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps oh... but you don't have... boots? How many grizzled old streetcorner veterans with cardboard signs and benefits cut unable to find a hint of a world they fought for?

How did marriage ever become a focal point or a federal issue? Here's your federal identification, your federal taxes, your federal marriage permit. Dump that federal tea in the harbor. "Institution of marriage" be damned, let us marry for love, and kiss my ass anyone who thinks the "purpose" of marriage is to "produce" children. Rome fell.

The world was bright with pollen dust and drowsy bees yesterday. It was bustling with worry and conspiracy and shadows and connections. I pray for rain to knock some of the tangible sickly sweet blossom fragrance out of the air. It coats my eyelashes, my throat, makes me choke.