There is no room for dating in this place of grief. Dating means hope. I’ve lost that hope in seeing the words “President-elect Trump.”
Stephanie Land, writing in the Washington Post.
Dear Steph, I too am unattached
because my hopes have all been scratched.
That Trump is mean and rude and snide,
and so I’ll never find a bride!
An anchorite I shall remain,
and live alone with all my pain.
But if no longer I fixate,
how about a trial blind date?