build back better?
is that where i find myself tonight,
politics? well, i’m
always trying new things:
rutabaga, rutabaga, rutabaga;
testing, one, two, three.
if i say first thought best thought
should i stick to my guns? will there be live
ammunition? what an ungodly
nation, am
i right?
night
falls over
riverdale.
archie and jughead twiddle their thumbs.
“sometimes politics
trips me out,” archie says, adding, “not to be
rude, but you just wouldn’t
understand.” (archie was bred for politics, you see)
“correctamundo,” says jughead, “now let’s
tweet about it in our
undies until the cows come home.”
riverdale’s like that, thinks
everyone except
betty, who
is thinking about
love.
love and scuba diving, that is.
plus, she thinks for a minute about
archie; more precisely: “i wonder what
sex would be like with archie.”
“shut up!
ew!”
says the veronica in her head.
