United Technologies Carrier Corp.
America is made great again on the backs of those who benefit the least from greatness. Here, democracy is more of a pyramid scheme. Citizens stand at the foot of it and wait with open mouths for scraps to trickle down that never do.
Everyone becomes an expert with enough outrage. Just ask the armchair parents who think they could juggle children like knives. Just ask the armchair zookeepers who think they know where bullets should belong but never tell you where.
With the right chemicals, memory becomes a necropolis. You fashion a tour guide out of your regrets, ask it to take you to the buildings with the most broken windows. You tear down the necropolis when sobriety dawns on you but you never lose the architecture or the building material.
Trump International Hotel DC
This is where what surfaces lives after the swamp has drained. Here, they count what is hoarded or stolen. At night, they practice husbandry with their latest corpse brides, ditch them after they ask the wrong (or any) questions.
Jesse Bradley is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominated writer whose work has appeared in numerous literary journals including decomP, Hobart, and Prairie Schooner. He was the Interviews Editor of PANK, the Flash Fiction Editor of NAP, and the Web Editor of Monkeybicycle, and is now the curator of the Central Florida reading series There Will Be Words. He received his MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University.