Patricia Lockwood: Diary

Patricia Lockwood: Diary https://ift.tt/Fgr36WJ It was our first visit to Kansas City since before the election and the rectory seemed to have grown smaller, darker, dingier. The Trump flag hanging in the alcove where we used to smoke with the seminarian; my father locked in a corner of silence, not seeming to see us. He shot out his own hearing? we gasped. Yes. With a high-powered rig like the one that kid in Pennsylvania used to send the bullet whistling past Trump’s ear.