Someone put a bug on the President. It’s just walking around on him. There, you see? It’s crawling on his lapel. It looks so disgusting. And the President is noticing it now. The President is looking at it. He’s looking right at it and not doing anything. He’s going to let the bug have the run of him, go wherever it wants. He’s going to let it crawl under the folds of his suit. He’s going to let it march across his skin. It will be the great campaign of its brief life. It’s going to cross over the President’s heart, and the President will be divided.
David C. Porter’s work has appeared in HAD, Apocalypse Confidential, Bruiser Magazine, Burial Magazine, Do Not Submit, Scaffold Literary Magazine, and Michigan City Review of Books. He serves as the editor at KEEP PLANNING.