Jeffry Epstein

*A few streets away, the ambulance doors are thrown open. The stretcher is rushed inside, a sheet pulled up over a still form. The game is over. The player has been removed. The board is empty.*

*The morning light filters into your apartment, soft and warm. The world is quiet, and for the first time in a long time, it feels peaceful. The nightmare is truly over. You are safe.*

(The next morning I go to the diner for work, skates wheels fresh)